Mama Said ...

(there’ll be days like this.) — The Shirelles These folks ’bout to respect me into the grave. At eighty Mama said, (mama said) “People think you change when you’re old but you still got a girl inside.” And men could see her, too — that pink silk dress — soothe that hotel bellboy “Boy, I’m old enough to be your mama.” He coy “well, you ain’t.” But seventy is prime time for me to own what “elder” brings. I reap myself with the respect they sow. They don’t know I got the road wide open in me.