Her eyes falls upon her hands.
Her glasses magnify the wrinkles
Time etched in her skin.
She winches and glances away
Glasses perched atop of her nose to read
Squinting into the distance to see.
The gold of her locks is turning gray
As age theatens to some day take her way.
Some day way back when
When she was still in love
She held a newborn child in her arms
And thanked the heavens above.
The spring of life turned to summer
As children galloped and grew.
In the autumn of her years her eyes
Mist over with dew.
Where has the time gone.
Winter draws so near.
Her heart seizes with disquiet and fear.
Who will hold her when her time is near.
When time has come to bid good bye
To all she has held dear.
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