Member Poem

Old age doesn’t exist for all
  Because many claim its presence;
I submit that living goes on
  Through many-hued firmaments.

A shade of love lives here
  And over there, a victory, I deem –
Patience caught them in her lair
  And surprise – she frolics in between

For one might, on some fateful day –
  Pluck a strange flower
And on another, move a rock away
  And something wonderful – uncover.