See not the shape bent over, ever changing,
Shuffling now, with silvered hair.
Look rather through the eyes of age,
Into the mirror of the mind -
The hope held fast, lingering yet.
The dreams within still yearning,
The need so strong to reach another’s heart,
To share the wisdom that was learned.
The spirit does not tarnish with the years –
It will always seek out love.
The hand of time has slowly fallen,
Resting firmly now upon the shoulder.
Smooth skin, a quick step – Fade in memories.
But the needs within remain unchanged,
Still constant, like subtle candlelight,
Our Lord - The common bond between us all.