Old age has honored us..with toil, sweat and tears, and dancing endorphins to experience love, when I look in my mind's mirror, I see us as lovers sitting for hours talking and laughing, ad feeding on wild berries we picked ourselves,

in a little clearing in a little clearing near some pines nearby, we laid out picnic basket and  blanket, we sat watching

white beautiful geese playing in the water and applauding each other diving for brunch, the red bird sang to us way up on the branch of a nearby tree, squirrels hurriedly raced by too busy to give us a look, 

the winds coiled and recoiled, serenading us as we laid down in the wild flowers dividing lovingly into pastel yellow and green  bedsheets, we watched the clouds came floating by for a while, it occurred to us like a blooming cactus nearby, as we aged, we had triumphed over adversity by becoming a part of all that we loved.