STAINS OF TIME

A few more deep lines
.
Find a home in the corner of the eyes
Too many strands of grey hair                                                                                                 
Surely start to appear,                                                                                                                
Here and there shows a little sign of ache
The skin once smooth,
A few spots start to make.
Oh, it is just the stains of time,
A small price to pay
For such joy of being alive
-I am not willing to trade.
I would meet again
All the wonderful people I have met
And keep my beloved ones
Wrapped in love by my chest,
I would live all over again the same live I was given:
No matter how many stains.

--Bernadete van der Wielen, New Zealand