The Aging Process

It is good to sing songs
Or walk the boulevard path
Of a parade,
To read a book beside flowers
In the calming sunlight,
To fall completely in love
With one, magical, charming woman.

The aging process
Is when one fails to find
The perfume of beauty
Wafted into his existence
And then fades away.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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