The Alchemy Of Growing Old - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
She was born
with a coronet
of wispy gold twine.
Sunlight and weather tempered
and forged for her
a tiara of fine copper wire
which she wore until middle age.
she was bequeathed with
a diadem of diamonds
time has refined the contours of her face
and filaments of silver
have modeled a halo for her head.
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