Old age doesn’t exist for all

Old age doesn’t exist for all

   Because many claim its presence;

I submit that living goes on

   Through many-hued firmaments.

A shade of love lives here

   And over there, a victory, I deem -

Patience caught them in her lair

   And surprise - she frolics in between

For one might, on some fateful day -

   Pluck a strange flower

And on another, move a rock away

   And something wonderful - uncover.