Take----A----Page-----From----The----Age-----Of---The Aged

TAKE A PAGE FROM THE AGE OF THE AGED She comes here very often, I suppose because it’s more than worth her while The gray haired lady who cares for someone who’s hair is even grayer When the elder’s target focuses in on the younger gray I see a mile wide smile And oft I hear the sound of a church choir, a hymn, and a silent yet fervent prayer They sit and talk, I suppose about yesterday before the gray Sitting with all the evidence of contentedness on their face I know not what they speak about and need not know what they say Whoever Ms. Younger is visiting, that person knows the younger’s grace With fluidity they pass the time reminiscing about daisy days gone by Days that flowed through time and space to create what they both have now And although I know not what they say somehow it makes me cry It just seems as if there’s a secret to living in peace and only they know how The younger walks with ease and an oily type of glide All to come and visit a person with ample style like her As the younger aids the elder to sit and talk easily at her side While I sit here praying selfishly that I could smile like her ©2011,,,Phreepoetry