And I was there

And I was there

And I did

And I, was.

 

Feeling beautiful

Feeling beautiful

however sunlight falls.

None is miniscule

 

None is miniscule

Each with a story

Be kind.

In the garden

 

In the garden

of Age

Sweet butterfly life.

So much

So much

So many

Live well.

Sometimes alone

Sometimes alone
We dare
to go alone
play alone.

Not to dwell

Not to dwell

where there's darkness

Look where in the light

I've landed

That's how I've got this far.

What's gold

What's gold

in age

heavy with memories

yet light

when bygones be bygones. 

The bad, the good

The bad, the good

The ugly, the lovely

to balance, and

nothingness

To end, what was and is.

Lines, tears, chips

Lines, tears, chips

Worn with grace

Nature's way.

When fancy beckons

When fancy beckons

Answer it, take it

Sweet butterfly life!

A flurry and a flutter

A flurry and a flutter
Worries like wings
if let go.

In fairness and in dirt

In fairness and in dirt

Ageing can be glamorous

Walk tall, walk well.

Beauty

Beauty, what's created
Beauty, what's natural
No matter
It doesn't age.

Growing old

Growing old,
Settling down
where is natural,
Ageing naturally.

A little of everything

A little

of everything,

The good, the bold

and the meek,

And I have lived life.

Beauty

Beauty

Let there

always be something beautiful

in our life.

Like a kite

Like a kite

Let me hold you -

Loose, I may lose you

Firm, I may lose you

Let go, I lose you;

Like a kite,

Let me know you.

"... But there are moments ..."

… But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!

Oscar Wilde