Getting Old Graciously....

there was this old man bent to his
weaving mats and baskets,

and his wife too, as old as he is,
eighty or so,
gazes upon the patterns of colors
and shapes

both know, what grace and love have
made from out of them,

mellowed backbones, like bending flowers
to the setting sun

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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