You can not drift

I catch
A glimpse
Of myself
In
A reflection
Of a window.
Who is that
Girl.
So different
From years
Gone by.
I cock my
Hip and fling
My head back.
Sassy and spicy
That's me.
I smile and
Look down.
As I walk
I remember
My grandfather
Spoke.
Row do
Not drift.
You can not
Afford to
Drift.
You are not
That pretty.
Might be right
I have had
To work
Harder.
I could not
Afford
To drift.
Who wants to?
I have enjoyed
The rowing.