Old Age
OLD AGE
When nepenthe dims the years
One seeks tender memories
More and more out-of-body –
Sweet absent hours without fear –
Prized moments come one-by-one,
Settle as in waking dreams,
And with each treasured twinkling
Pain is gone, we’re young again
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2013
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