To face less life ahead than behind
elusive tender moments slipped
through those once graceful
now gnarled fingers entwined
and left an old soul naked and stripped.
Skin of parchment covered veins of blue
each wrinkle, a line of staggered memories
roads taken in tender youth
on limber limbs now twisted and bent
evidence of a wondrous life well spent.
The embezzler of time patiently waited
for the eternal good-bye was at hand
a soul adrift in seas though fated
her sails shot with patterns of gold
as her life crested, ebbed and faded.