I Am an Old Woman - Poem

I am an old woman 

with a young simple voice.
That speaks within me.
With a lack of university phrases in my poetry.
A good reason, for a childish tone.
Should I try to change?
As an advancement. 

Extend my range.
My writing only relates to those like myself.
Placements are sketchy. 

My patterns 

sway.
Words soon forgotten when the pages turn away.
That is fine with me, knowing that I am not alone.
My verses give a melody, for a smile, or a sad grin.
One or the other 

wins.
That is fine with me, maybe, that is all I was meant to do.

Photo tulip garden via T. Gillmore