Lovely

Let me grow lovely one, growing old-

As so many things do; 

Let me go lovely one, I must find, something new,

Laces, ivory, gold,

And skills need not be new,

My skills are limited but I'm near to, fulfillment; I have no disillusionments;

Something borrowed and something new;

Oh my lovely one as long as I have you,

And there is healing in the old trees, 

Old streets a glamour hold,

Why not I, as well as these, 

Growing lovely, growing old

Oh my lovely one what a trip is this,

What can I do to make this reality & happen?

How do I age gracefully with all the restoration and characature?

How do I make this happen

Oh lovely one; I need you! 

Growing lovely, growing old.