happiness in the small moments
once i was young and lissome,
a tight bud of youth in my prime,
now I am crinkled and shrivelled
as happens to all in time.
once I had velvet complexion,
as soft as the dew of the dawn,
now life’s wear and tear is evident,
in a visage that looks tired and worn.
once all the youth surrounded me,
i was sheltered and shaded, and strong,
now all that freshness has faded,
and yet, some beauty lives on.
© ceenoa
Thanks Lindy
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Thanks Mum, I just liked that the rose could have both sides on the same stem.
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What a glorious thing to say, thanks Ali. Nice to think on those words on the days when the mirror tries to depress us.
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And just like the rose fading from it’s first dew-kissed bloom to the raddled rusty flower still protecting it’s few youthful petals, we don’t notice a thing – it just happens and that too is a wonder of nature (and not to be interfered with by surgeons knife nor injected potions) … that inside we feel exactly as we ever did whilst externally gently decaying. I loved this. Really and truly loved it.
Thank you WD. It is something that I am coming around to thinking is a good thing – but it can be a slow process some days. 🙂
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Ceenoa 
Happiness is kind words from a friend …..