You know, I wasn't always white haired and wise.
I had my time of giddy girlhood.
Even had a steady beau once,
though we had a falling out.
What's that? Oh, I heard rumors
that he had wandering eyes and hands that followed.
Not that it matters now;
he never came home from Korea.
No, I really can't say if the rumors were true.
They seemed true enough at the time,
and I wasn't about to let a man make me look like a fool.
Never have, never will, in all my eighty years.
Heaven forbid, I look like a fool.
For "The Other" prompt at dVerse