How high did it come?
See the mark just here?
Thats how high it came,
not as high as last year,
high enough I s'pose!
Like life,
over time the highs and the lows,
the crest of the water leaves a mark
so that those that come after can know
just how high
that water did go.
The water in my life
through one storm or another
life giving,
life taking,
leaving its mark,
a line or some evidence of loss
across a visage sixty plus.
The beauty of old age,
a friendly sage told me
just today,
is we're allowed our cynicism.
"Some beauty!"
was my reply.
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