Old age doesn’t exist for all

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.