My wrinkled skin will still feel my youth
My fading my mind will always
wander back to our magical corridors.
I cannot make the rain come or go,
nor can I make you stay or leave.
So I embrace it all.
The aging, the losing,
the battle of wills.
my flag is yours.
Keep peace in prayer, friend.
The young girl will be old one
day, keeping you in hers.