
I am a work of art
I chase not the youth
I merrily reside through my growth
Refined and reformed to reach my abodesikiladi
Each strand of grey led me to pray
Each silver strand taught me to firmly stand
Each wrinkle on my face
Taught me to live with His Gracesikiladi
Each fold on the skin
Is the experience taken in
Each curve under the eye
Takes my spirituality to a highsikiladi
Each movement that’s going slow
Depicts life is just a show
The memory of the old days
Fades and paints with flashback sprays
The joys of being a grand old damesikiladi
Is what my journey now became
Each shade of life in varied chart
Makes me a unique work of artsikiladi
Beautiful poem with so much truth!
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Thank you for stopping by and your liking the poem Mary. Aging is a fact indeed so better to accept it gracefully.
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you Nora. I am glad you found it beautiful. You are a beautiful soul.
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Thank you❤
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