Old 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.