It'll be the same

It'll be the same

and the same

Let slide, and

Age carries the same.

Just taking

Just taking

Also leaving

Rich, simply.

What's gold

What's gold

in age

heavy with memories

yet light

when bygones be bygones. 

No holding now

No holding now

Time continues on

Richness aged.

And then it blooms

And then it blooms

when age stops to think

Too much, too much

over-thinking.

Darkness too

Darkness too

has colours

Age strides boldly

sets its eyes on the coloured.

The bad, the good

The bad, the good

The ugly, the lovely

to balance, and

nothingness

To end, what was and is.

Sometimes what's already in

Sometimes what's already in

Forgotten for what's not

Always for more and more.

Beads of the same

Beads of the same

Bathed in changes

Vibrant of what's past and gone

It's nothing, really

It's nothing, really,

Growing old,

till fussed.

The mystifying, the awesome

The mystifying, the awesome

Ageing knows no less

Wonder will not cease.

Lines, tears, chips

Lines, tears, chips

Worn with grace

Nature's way.

Praise for twilight

Praise for twilight

for colours

in ageing.

Here today, gone

Here today, gone

soonest,

Sometimes nature takes away

too soon.

None no longer

 

None no longer 

not a beauty

Ageing creates

its own beauty.

To focus

To focus

Passion takes over

Be led

When fancy beckons

When fancy beckons

Answer it, take it

Sweet butterfly life!

Invasion, intrusion;

 

Invasion, intrusion;

Finding space

for ageing.

I was alone, then not

I was alone, then not

I forgot sometimes

then the long journey

a reminder

Now I know.

Blooms age too

Blooms age too

in beauty

True beauty fades not.

Different worlds

 

Different worlds

Different shades

No difference in beauty.

Age is a blossom

Age is a blossom

when age blooms

into grace.

It's not about hanging on

 

It's not about hanging on

It's not about slipping to

It's ageing with abundance.