The Wisdom of Age

How I love to watch
the child emerge
in body growing old

to see the eyes alight with glee
within the wrinkles time has wrought
upon a face so real

surrounded by their family
or across from just one friend
or yet again, with a grandchild
becoming one again with their own youth
even when they are alone, lost deep in thought

I move closer to the echoes of their laughter
to hear them speak in wisdom's words
in quiet, truth is thus conveyed
as they tell the tale of their life's experiences

and a subtle glow of youth
surrounds their being
as their soul expands

encompassing the whole
of a life well lived

? Michaelette ?

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