To find the truth in you and make it last,
your eyes reflecting what has been unsaid,
a mere reminder of your troubled past,
your shoulders tired of your weary head,
to see the pain in you that hasn’t gone
it all is there in every close embrace.
I feel now time and aging must have won
your mind is drifting to another place.
Then, like a flower on a Winter’s day
it is your smile, that makes the sadness fade,
and joy is felt, your past drifted away,
new truth is now another memory made.
I made the pic of the Marigolds blooming on Jan. 20. They inspired me to the poem about old age.