Beautiful Old Age
The days of her youth left her long ago
And now she is in her prime
She stands amid the garden in bloom
The morning rays sparkling the grey on her head
Like the red aged wine
Her mellow grace smiling with dew
Her tender mouth a little sad
Remembering the days past
Her wrinkled hands, as they gently touch
The memories down the lane
Fragrant like yellowing grass
She stands rich in delight.
27/3/13
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2013
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