Echoes Of Time Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

Old but prime,
Weak yet strong,
A tune with which time rhyme,
Where the hearts be-long.

Bent not broken,
Silent, the unspoken,
Life's full token,
In every wrinkle, a story woven.

Eyes that gleam,
With memories' beam,
A river's stream,
Flowing with a youthful dream.

Standing tall,
Through every fall,
A witness to all,
A seasons' call.

Old but wise,
Under the skies,
Every sunrise,
A new disguise.

Weak yet brave,
Every wrinkle, a stave,
In life's concave,
A soul, no one can enslave.