Golden Routine

always
as if for the last time
her daily stroll she takes

to admire the beauty
speaking to her
which never gets old

unlike her own life
now crown’d with gray hair
and cheerful reflections
that sometimes lower her spirits

still
her heart blows a kiss
and smiles farewell
till the next tomorrow

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