Gracefully Age

Well we all have to age some day one day but age we must gracefully not many come to hold our hands maybe contagious may be you will seek so stay afar don't ever expect you will have no disappointment said Buddha ere but now a day's who listens one listener is rare so I read you I don't stare I see myself like you without hair eyes dark stark and bare and look into the far depths of maddening darkness but with no despair I compose my thoughts like you do We must age as you do... So read my poem MOM'S SMILES She smiles still into my eyes half a century gone by she smiles in anticipation we may meet in the far corners of the universe where we may retreat alas we will never but Hope lives on still more in me than in her Will