by Corinne Widmayer
A life well-lived is sure to be
A spectacle for all to see
Colors rich with autumn’s gold
Speak of a life which is growing old.
A vibrant tablet in reds arrayed,
Crimsons, cranberries, and scarlets displayed.
Offering wisdom that comes with age.
Tried in the furnace of life’s hard plights,
Wisdom born of oranges bright.
Thin, black veins of suffered griefs,
No longer hidden under green young leaves.
Though curled around with edges brown,
The colors foretell a glorious crown.
And though all leaves must fade and die
A heritage waits beyond blue sky.
Until next time,