My advantage

There were three women on travel,
Sitting in front of me on a train,
And they seemed to be lass
Her mother and her grand mother.

The girl was tenderly lovely.
Her mother was firm and striking.
The grand mother had majesty.
My age of seventy is an advantage.
02.08.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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