Wrinkles

About the couples I've known in my life who have grown old together.

Wrinkles.
Hair a changed color
No thanks to dye.
Tired hands
Clasped still.
Years and years it seems,
It is. Years and years.
We see them together
Devoted after all this time
And notice the white hair,
Some gray.
Notice the lined faces.
They were seventeen once.
All these faces
Layered over each other each year.
He sees her like that -
twenty
thirty
fourty
fifty.
All at once.
Faces laying over the soul
Like tissue paper
Over the horizon.

Reviews

[Everchanging Disaster]

This is so beautiful...I love the imagery-I can just see a little gray haired couple sitting on a park bench in love. More than that I love the way you ended the poem with a metaphor...VERY powerful.
Thanks for the great read!
-Loeva