She’s elegance personified.
She’s beauty and grace embodied.
But you cannot see these qualities.
You won’t care to find them.
All you will see is an old woman.
To you only like a blank page.
Her outer beauty has fled.
Her body has lost its youthful allure.
She no longer gets all the stares
Everywhere she goes
Of men who want to be with her.
But the elegance, the beauty and
the grace remain.
The treasures still lie within.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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