I went and saw The Exotic Marigold Hotel. I loved it. Truly a good geezer movie. I realized that I certainly do not want to be one of the invisible old ones that people think don’t have desire, or passion, or the drive to be the best that we can each and every moment. Seeing the beauty and wisdom in the aging process, when nature has her way with us and our beauty shifts to wrinkles and sags. That that inner beauty we are quick to tell the youth about is truly within us and that We are part of the Divine expression of what ever is God, or Source, Or Oneness, or Goddess, or Nature…
Geezers of the World Unite. We are beautiful and wise, and have so much to share.
Each wrinkle moved like a wave
In unison with her giggle
Her snicker was a ripple
on the shore of her old body
And when she really gave in
To a belly full of laughter
Every part of her shimmered
And shook in ruffles of old ribbon
And the lace of her eighty plus decades
Were as detailed as the hands
That tatted them in a dexterous
flow of a life intricate and beautiful
I watched the ripples and waves of her
Held to the story of a bright yesterday
Of a life well lived found in this moment
She wore her history in wrinkled time
Her youth still a sea of desires passion
Held within the wrinkled times and
Decades of yesterdays, that in this
moment bubble like lava to her surface
She is the girl she has always been
She is the wise woman of living long
She is the wrinkled wave of love that kisses your shore
She is forever the shimmer of passions want
This one made me smile, thanks.
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