Geras

Wrinkle our face Twinkle weather Quietly we embrace Age together. Each annular ring Season's turning breeze In our ears sing We are aging with ease. What if she gets slow My limbs are growing rust Lacking youthful glow We're aging in good trust. Her curves have lost the edge My gait lacks olden spright Yet nicely do we age We're aging without fright. Have grown dim our eyes Ears too often fail There's no disguise We are aging well. We are past that ride Stuck on the surface Reached that space inside Where we can age in grace.