OH DEAR ME:

Oh dear me, how grey & thin, your hair has become,

You´re wrong my dear, it´s silver from moonbeams spun,

Oh dear me, how flaccid your skin, it´s your age I suppose,

You´re wrong my dear, it´s the velvet of softly dying rose,

Oh dear me, your old fingers have now become as claws,

You´re wrong my dear, they´ve held on to life with no flaws,

Oh dear me, your feet are so gnarled & look how they splay,

You´re wrong my dear, they have carried me all this way,

Oh dear me, your lips are pulled down by creases & bile,

You´re wrong my dear, that´s just an upside-down smile,

Oh dear me, in your eyes, I see woe, or maybe it´s strife,

You´re wrong my dear, neither, just secrets of a well lived life.