Old Age Honors Us

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Old Age Honors Us

Old Age Honors Us

We were given the embrace of Mother Nature to cushion our lives with grace and beauty…while we age.

Old age has honored us..with toil, sweat, tears,
and dancing endorphins to experience love,
when I look in my mind’s mirror.

I see us as lovers sitting for hours talking and laughing,
and feeding on wild berries we picked ourselves,
in a little clearing near some pines nearby,
we laid out the picnic basket and blanket,
we sat watching white beautiful geese
playing in the water and applauding each other
diving for brunch.

The red bird sang to us
way up on the branch of a nearby tree,
squirrels hurriedly raced by
too busy to give us a look,
the winds coiled and recoiled,
serenading us as we laid down
in the wildflowers dividing lovingly
into pastel yellow and green bed sheets.

we watched the clouds come floating by for a while,
it occurred to us like a blooming cactus
nearby, as we aged,
we had triumphed over adversity
by becoming a part of all that we loved.

3 Comments
  1. Andrew J. Sacks says

    Lovely, Joyce! Yes, aging can be “golden” indeed.

  2. Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Joyce, I was with you picking those berries, a delightful piece giving all the respect which is due to the older generations – for they worked hard, and never seemed to complain, unlike in todays world. Thank you for sharing, looking forward to more. Sincerely, Nancy

  3. Joyce says

    Thank you Andrew and Nancy. We need to treasure our elders. Right now they are being stalked by death in more ways than one.

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