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.