Aging Song

After the long farewell to beauty of face
when body also sighs, fades, frails
what is left to me is only this grace:
beauty to give in word and voice

You will know I have not quit my place
nor turned strident in the striving
but have found peace in this quiet, by choice
by ink-stained fingers, dirt under my nails

18 thoughts on “Aging Song”

  1. Thanks for writing this. I’ll be thinking of this poem when I finally decide to throw away my slinky backless black satin ankle length dress with the slit up the right thigh and the plunging neck line. Then I’ll go and pot some herbs 🙂

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