We all know our way around.
You get to a certain age,
And there it is.
Staring back at each other
Through older eyes…
There is no pretending now.
We are what we are.
A certain peace settles in,
And we are happy just to
Be alive. So
Leave it behind.
It won’t serve you.
The deeper is the meaning now.
Breathe it out, and smile
Your softer older smile.
Rest on your beloved face
And hold my hand near,
As we walk through this, our garden,
The blissful loving path of life.
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