I wrote this as an apology to a lady I worked with. She was in her early 40's and I did the unforgiveable, I guessed her age and weight.
Even as the years steadily mount.
Her body ages, yet her soul thrives.
A paradox unresolved
Even as her form becomes fragile
Eyes flash like a beacon
Her voice flows like a mountain stream
Creating a new path
As the banks begin to wear
Aging is living, a gift of nature
Experiences lived, loves lost, pain suffered
Rounds her innocence to maturity
smarter and older is better than younger and foolish.
As outward appearances diminish
Inner strength grows
Life's experience is the ultimate teacher
A person well taught with the wisdom of years,
Fret not; her essence lives
As her body fades, her heart warms
Her intellect ever awake and demanding
With each passing day, she is younger inside.
06/22/2004
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2013-05-29 at 18:44
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Forever Young
Her spirit is young and fieryEven as the years steadily mount.
Her body ages, yet her soul thrives.
A paradox unresolved
Even as her form becomes fragile
Eyes flash like a beacon
Her voice flows like a mountain stream
Creating a new path
As the banks begin to wear
Aging is living, a gift of nature
Experiences lived, loves lost, pain suffered
Rounds her innocence to maturity
smarter and older is better than younger and foolish.
As outward appearances diminish
Inner strength grows
Life's experience is the ultimate teacher
A person well taught with the wisdom of years,
Fret not; her essence lives
As her body fades, her heart warms
Her intellect ever awake and demanding
With each passing day, she is younger inside.
06/22/2004
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 559 times
Written on 2013-05-29 at 18:44
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