The Patina of Age

By PoeticMeditations

The bloom oh-so slightly begins to droop
Leaves around the edges begin to curl
Faint lines appear where none had been before
The luster slowly fading from the pearl.

The hair grows thinner and the color fades
Clear eyes around their edges begin to cloud
The spine, once strong and straight, is slightly bent
Upon the mind descends a fog-like shroud.

Lke wood weathered by each passing season,
Life weathers with all its cares and sorrows
Before gray winter blows its hoary breath
And all lies silent beneath its heavy snows.

About poeticmeditations

The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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