as we grow old

As we grow old
a story unfolds
with every scratch and wrinkle
our tale is told
matters of kindess
of love and devotion
Georgeous women
weaving love like a potion
Desires of the heart,
the soul,
the mind
dreams of the future..
We left them behind
the life on this world, was never that kind
These our,
the heartbreaking dreams..
of our lives.