AGE of YEARS
Age need not be a shroud, It should be patina of detail, Of the richness of life living, Journeys and misadventures, Joys and sorrows, and more, All the days of one’s life, A tournament and party, too, Testament that is a joy to savor, A gift to wearer and all around, Like a cape of many colors, Beautifully flowing with time, Ever a whirling, never still, Growing and layering, shifting, Each day, even each moment, Ever changing in wonder of time, All to be seen for those looking, Its folds... Sign in to see full entry.