Behind all the saggy wrinkles and pale skin
Lies years of tales and wisdom within
The lines on her face mark the emotions she felt
The lines by her mouth show her sorrow and guilt
Her hollow eyes have seen too much
Her gravity is heavy against her crutch
Greying of her hair are the signs of her maturity
Not meaning she's lost her wit and integrity
She sits, relinquishing memories of childhood
Needle in my hand, she's not in the mood
Injection in her fleshy vein provides diabetic relief
Though the look on her face is depression and grief
She lays on her bed, heartbeat gradually slipping from my grasp Her eyes are shutting, these moments are her last
Her malleable hands caress my face
I take it away and set it back in its place
The melancholic face tells me shes not herself
This is the conclusion of her health
I place my hand above her still heart
The sound of silence breaks me apart
Behind all the saggy wrinkles & pale skin
Lies years of youth resting within
2006-11-22
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