With a patient hand
On a once smooth face
Time draws wrinkles
that a smile teases into crinkles
like ripples on a still lake
With a smooth stroke
on once dark hair
Time paints in white
strands that stand out bright
like stars in the night sky
With a delicate flick
on once fair skin
Time dabs on some dots
liberally sprinkles spots
like paint splatters on the floor
With a gentle tug
on once firm flesh
Time lovingly moulds
soft pleated folds
like slept-in silk sheets
Call it ravages of age
or the gifts of a full life
Once etched they remain
a work of joy and pain
by an artist called time© 2013 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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