I have scars on my knees
and pain in my hips
but words of endearment
still fall from my lips.
The skin’s a bit wrinkled,
the hair turns to gray,
yet naught touches heart
that the voice will not say.
Its easier said now
and easier done;
a stream will flow smoother
the longer the run.
Simplicity matters
when push comes to shove…
I'm older and wiser...
and simply in love.
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