Gracefully Aged

Lines of attraction gather around your face,
as your lips lift like an amusement ride.
Dips and dimples elude learned grace
and your forehead foldings coincide.

Deep rooted paths, like travelled lands
show erupted islands of warm sunspots
golden upon your useful hands,
tough but tender like dried apricots.

Your dove-like spirit is eager to listen
with childlike eyes, renewed and restored,
springing forth with mercy's glisten,
mirroring an image of your walk with the Lord.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Faulkner Avatar
October 13, 2019 at 10:35 PM
Love the line about dried apricots, such a touching tribute to wisdom!
Vangaveti Avatar
September 28, 2019 at 8:59 AM
Every walk of life is beautiful in its own way. Nicely done :)
Ligon Avatar
September 28, 2019 at 5:13 PM
Yes, life is precious.
Dietrich Avatar
September 27, 2019 at 9:01 PM
You make aging sound so beautiful!!
Ligon Avatar
September 28, 2019 at 5:12 PM
People either get bitter or better with aging. Some people just seem to radiate the joy of the Lord even more as they age and it's so attractive.
Dietrich Avatar
September 27, 2019 at 9:01 PM
the ad above this box shows two old women and one looks really beautiful, like your poem.
Ligon Avatar
September 28, 2019 at 5:09 PM
Perfect timing.
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