Wrinkles of Gold

[BeeJay]

A face has character when wrinkles unfold
Crows feet give the wearer wisdom of the old
A dimpled chin with cleft of folds within
Give the face looks of comfort & peace within.

Lines on the forehead creased & rumpled
A touch of curly strands falls like a trickle
The eyes so soft have a merry twinkle
A ready smile brings forth a rare chuckle.

Reflections carry the radiance of the old
Roots spread to anchor them with security
A shade they provide like leaves of a tree
Bring words of comfort, a blessing that’s free.

Their gait be now an uneven sway
Hides not within them a shining ray
A path for us to be drawn to them
Share they will the warmth of the sun.


Copyright © 2004 Baru Gobira

[moonflower]

what a beautiful tribute to the 'golden wrinkles' ..i love the comfort and ease with which this poem just flows so softly along..

[BeeJay]

The softness and her goodness is something which gives me strength whenever I feel the walls closing in and space becomes constricted. Thank you Moonflower & as always your comments deeply appreciated. BeeJay