Old people are gold
they varnish they earth
with a layer so bold
they dress life with skin
something containing
commitment, and patience
and tiny flocks of snow
dimming the sun-rays
who play their delight
little caskets and shoeboxes
hidden for us to be found
to astound or amaze us,
Old people are gold
they varnish they earth
with a layer so bold! M
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