I smile not because of the camera
nor I am happy because of the flowers
Look around and you’ll see only my concrete life
my weary body, my stoned rolled hands,
my face reflecting every second of every year lived

My heart long taken refuge deep within the enclosure
built from decades of calcified pain
I sit because it takes longer to stand
Still while you focus on the flowers in my hand
I am living proof that there is a master plan
And weep not for me with imagery of your
life being grand

Because all too soon you’ll all come to
rest on your own steps
Many unable to see the beauty I see
nor even smell the flowers sitting on their knees
Others no longer can to hear the calling of the breeze
Some will struggle unable to speak their minds
while feeling neither hot or cold
I smile because I am able to enjoy the beauty I see
while smelling the flowers I hold on my knees
I smile because I can hear and feel
the cool breeze passing over me
And where you see nothing but stone cold
I smile because I am able to speak of
the joys of growing old


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