A woman after forty is not squeamish to go to the movies alone,
And through all her frailties can very well hold her own.
A woman after forty is always free to choose,
Just ‘coz she is kind, don’t assume she is afraid to lose.
A woman after forty cares too much to care too little,
But mistaking her for a doormat is like calling ‘sunshine’ brittle.
A woman after forty needs less and wants more,
And she is very capable of finding it all within her very core.
A woman after forty can live, love, and laugh her part,
And her path is forever lit with sparkles of truth in her heart.
If you are a woman after forty, it’s just the beginning, far from the end
If you know such a woman, well,
…the privilege is all yours my friend…