Greybeard's Reminiscence

The wind passes by my hair 

so do the days

I see carcasses hogged by vultures

and crows cawing

Trees near my house, 

Shed leaves a minute Gain four the next 

Is this what life is,

I ask myself each day.

The Lady across the street-

Blue dreamy eyes & Dark Blonde Hair

Sweet voice I swear 

Sweet as lilies in May

More delicate than feathers

Name it was I unsought 

Encountered next day just to sought

Scoured across the street

and in the park 

No where she was 

Never saw her after 

Thirty years later 

At an age of 85

I sit on my couch 

Reminiscing our times 

She was & is my favorite stranger