There is a Beauty in the gift of growing older, yes
A Beauty beyond any physical sense
Captured in our eyes as we’ve watch our Children grow
The towering Oak tree once small planted, the lush garden of our once new Home
Beautiful thoughts kindle from sweet memories of our life
An accumulated definition of love only obtainable as years go by
Youthful beauty has been replaced
Although the mirror we see each morning at dawn can discourage
As our face mimics a progressed time lined with many Tales
It has been aged from perseverance as well as defeat, from sorrow as well as joy
Our Life and it’s travels only now shows
Beauty has altered but fear not, it’s still there
Look outside around you and inside your soul
Beauty is a gift that never grows old
The Starting End 
Beautifully written!
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Wow… A small comment of reassurance goes a long, long way 🙂 Thank you SO much for keeping an eye on me 😉 I appreciate your time!
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Cheers to you beautiful one 🙂
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Back at ya 🙂 !
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🙂
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As beauty fades the mind becomes wiser 🙂
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Bingo!!!!! beauty from within always shows its face 🙂
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😊
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Well written; filled with truth, perspective, and life. Great piece.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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