February 19, 2022
Those gentle winds of change each day,
That change us in such subtle ways,
Sometimes erupt as vicious storms,
Uproot our ways, traditions, norms.
A storm may leave our bodies frail.
We persevere, somehow prevail.
We learn as we encounter strife,
We make adjustments in our life.
Though not as young, or bold, or strong,
We still contribute, still belong.
Us elderly may need some care,
But still have much that we can share.
The wisdom gained by those now old
Is like a treasure chest of gold.