Walking away from love, won’t improve
Life, nor bring happiness. Self-isolating
Elderly, sensitive perhaps of what they
Have become, what time has done to
Their bodies, what the mirror mistakenly
Tells them should be hidden from sight.
Oh, how wrong we are, when we trash
The beauty of time, and how much love
And life we sacrifice on the cold stones
Of vanity’s altar.
With age comes a unique gracefulness,
A certain comeliness that can only be
Acquired by time. A reflection of younger
Days that does not dim, but in the right
Hands glows brightly, sending a signal
To a lover that can only be sent from a
Love and life are not the exclusive realms
Of the young. Yes, a youthful body is to be
Admired, but so too a body that has lived
And loved somewhat longer. Yes too, there
Will always those who see less than there
Is in maturity, and make fun or downplay
The capacity of the older persons right to
Love and be loved.
Does the heart sink at 60 or 70 never to
Love again? I think not, for there is so much
To be had in a bond that ignores the passage
Of time and sees only the prospect of renewal.
Renewed love, renewed companionship, and
Perhaps above all, renewed happiness,
Whatever one’s age.
For some, age is such a big deal, a cliff over
Which so many stumble, and when we talk
Of age, it could be any age, depends when
One decides to give up, to throw in the towel,
Walk away from the challenges of the heart.
Luckily, there are those who embrace life with
A more cheerful heart whatever their condition,
And I am certain it is they who will never know
The cold stones of vanity’s altar.
© Joseph G Dawson
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