Ageless
She wouldn't tell us of her age.
She'd say it's just a number.
To look at her with every thought
was when and where she'd slumber.
That when she'd go to smile at us
her comfort made us feel-
like all that health about her
was meant for death to steal.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2018
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