Tidbits of Joy

There are certain things that caress one’s soul, As for me, It is the sound of timeless, mellow songs in stereo, The texture of an old man’s hand --- Soft, bulging veins, saggy, wrinkled skin, The distant laughter of children, Dragonflies on parade over an endless field, Brittle, worn-out, brown love letters, The smell of a well-kept book, unread for a decade, The comfort of the whooshing woods, That’s how I know I was born old. ©reddragonfly⚘