Arms once firm,
crepe in thinning skin.
Hands stiff in morning
show off puffed blue veins,
like highways on ancient road map.
Grey hair brittles,
mine still thick, yours not so.
Burgeoning cataracts blur our pleasure
but still we embrace life and love,
changed as it is.
Together we journey on .
Life is a blessing whatever age we are. Well said Lillian 🙏
This is beautiful, Lillian!
Full of gentle peace.
So personal and apropos for people of a “certain age”. I can relate! Thanks!
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Beautiful. I barely passed 50 and already see how this goes…