by Lisa O’Neil Guerci
Aging
is a beautiful thing,
not to be set aside
in some future ‘somewhere’.
Aging
is nature.
Seeds to sagacious seasons…
secrets held
in rutted hands
and the rivulets of smile lines
on the landscape
of a face that has lived.
Truly lived.
Aging
is the graceful, grateful letting go, as russet leaves do
when they fall from sturdy limbs which have held storms
and the tiny nests of youth
Aging
is the burnished gold of wisdom,
grapes to mellowed maturity-
the smoothest wine
Aging
is the warm blood
held in the weighty goblet of body
Aging
is all that is learned,
earned
and shed.
Aging
is the ancient relics
housing hidden birthplaces
in sacred spaces.
The discovered and undiscovered.
Aging
is a museums of memories, strong and fragile both,
demanding revisiting
gently suggesting
exiting
Aging
is an attic~
scented with time,
and the dusty decades of knowledge.
Aging
is a library;
the rich mahogany shelves of which topple with antique books
and the voice of words
etched and echoing
in the deep grooves of the beautifully aging,
aged soul.
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