Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Age
Heavy
Weight of years
Bending the back
Making old bones creak
Sighing for youth long lost
For the first shy blush of spring
The silent laughter of lovers
All the rainbow colours of wonder
Lost in a monochrome haze of regret
Eyes firmly focussed on the ‘might-have-beens’
And dwindling number of tomorrows
They rob themselves of the beauty
Written in lines all can read
Mapping experience
Upon their faces
Telling stories
Ever young
Of lives
Loved