In Strength's Ageing Wane
In strengths aging wane
As joints ache with creaking pain
Lies a heart still and pensive
Beneath hands folded restive
And as thought ponders life
Against a calendar of love and strife
The eyes brim up with feelings weary
As vision fades in eyes so teary
But then as memory plays
Sepia thoughts of olden days
The heart smiles ever faintly
On moments blessed and seconds saintly
Of children playing loud
Screaming pleasure laughing shout
In back-yards’ blue splashed pools
Before routine and time and class and schools
But then as the memory embers fade
To grey ash and pre-dusk shade
The warmth of love still remains
The soothe the heart and aches and pains
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