Old Age

Old Age

A Poem by Callipyge

Old Age

Her hands are the softest
Her face wears many seasons
She remembers their time
The rain, snow, storms
But way more sunshine
He is there as their love
Present in the room
Stronger in her heart
He never aged as she did
He acquired the wisdom
His whispers in her dreams
Their story is on screen
Perceived by others
How much of it was real?

© 2012 Callipyge


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Added on September 4, 2012
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Callipyge
Callipyge

FL



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