They jog past in filmy shorts

Hair blows softly in their wake

I see the taut skin stretch

Over their well developed muscles

I attend less well the wrinkles

Defining character of crow's feet

Though they stare me eye to eye

You turn away, to see the youth

Their solid beauty moving on

You turn back to discover

My fascination focused now on you

Your beauty moves closer

And I reach out to touch the wrinkles

The soft wonder of your years

Alive to my finger

Awake to my love of all that you are

No need to compare

You were declared winner long ago

Youth may wonder

Though see less well

The charm great wrinkles bestow

Beneath the surface

Below the deep well of

Loving and knowing

That only time can tell