Now That I Am Old

I was never sold on the prospect that I would grow old but now that I have now that I am, certain things I have learned on my own. Roses are different now having no scent they have colours, they had not when a child. Sleep is a friend, seeing into the dark I seek out those shadows and smile. The woods once were deep, the trees once were tall inside of the bush where I hid. The scent of a rose as it brushed my young nose no thought about death did I have. Now that I have grown old I find it a great relief that no thought of such things more attention I now pay to her eyes.