Old age doesn’t exist for allA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierOld age doesn’t exist for all Because many claim its presence; I submit that living goes on Through many-hued firmaments. A shade of love lives here And over there, a victory, I deem - Patience caught them in her lair And surprise - she frolics in between For one might, on some fateful day - Pluck a strange flower And on another, move a rock away And something wonderful - uncover.
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