Irene

Each year makes me a liar, will anyone see, the roots between my hair, sometimes just a little shove, makes the heavens scream, even if its hard to hum, terribly hard chairs, won’t make it seem, you accommodate me there, I dress with a shrug, what about my teeth, left shining on the rug, act like I don't care, scrubbed sparkling clean, I sail through the air, open like a new bud, Spring rescues everything, every night a tidal flood, it's only fair, when evening turns green, love happens when you dare, age is just a dream.