You are old now;
I see it not in years
So much as eyes.
I cared for you,
Yet you got not half that you deserved.
Your eyes are sunken,
Your step an old woman's crawl,
Yet the more graceful you are;
With each passing day
I see more beauty
Than what was there before.
You drift away
To what thoughts I can't imagine,
Your elderly wisdom
Forever unknown.
I look at you
But no longer see life -
Only a shadow
Of what you used to be.
I wonder, do you have regrets.