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Like a prune, once a plum,
Now dark and wrinkled
Like a raisin, once a grape,
Now dried up and wrinkled

Did they go beyond ripe
But before rotten?
Tainted by the process of time
Dried up by the cycles of life?

Never thought I’d be
The prune
The raisin
The older WOMAN?

But they can still be sweet?
And edible!
They’re just a new breed
Of their original self
Better? Maybe

Oh! so that’s what I am
Not older or bitter
Just mature and better

Be proud of the new you,
Prune
Raisin
Older WOMAN