Golden

Lips stained purple
From the wine
Wisdom born
From the pain of time
Stings so sweetly,
So completely
Gives as freely
As it takes away

Nothing on Earth
Can stop the silly grin
When, finally, you pause
To take it in and realize
That these, my dear,
Are the golden years

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