the getting old
process
is a year by year
progress

we're all inching along that
roadway
as the minutes of the day
parlay

our clocks are set for a certain
date
and the timer has an inborn
rate

aging happens to us
all
it's something we cannot
forestall

we'll be ancient in the course of
time
that's when we'll reach our
prime

life's well trodden path being
walked
our wrinkling moments all
chalked

Expressing emotions that seems to me
like beautiful weeds.
In the crevice of the blossoming
the weeds all crowd around she.
The "Orchid Flower"
wearing a purple gown.
The spots of pink
and dotted purple.
This flower was sprouted
from organic fertile.

Eloquently known,
her identity is shown.
She's fine to be alone.
But she's never home alone.

She's not like the other flowers...
She only sips from the glass.
She's not like the other flowers.
She's in a different class.