A little bent and unsteady on her feet,
A silver haired lady slipped into her seat.
Her companion helped and looked at her face
They exchanged an animated, mischievous glance…
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Old is definately gold in this nostalgic poem. We are all sunset travelers. But the Western light can be kind and beautiful as well.10, of course. Love, SandraX
Great and beautiful poetic narration...interesting one to read...10+++
Mamta, I agree with Raj, this is a very lovely poem. We are only supposed to enjoy this moment now, but memories make for a much warmer moment. Life is to be enjoyed no matter what the age. Love Bob