The sage said
We might have
A good marriage
In our seventies.

I wondered at the time
What that meant.

For life and marriage
I had found
Were flawed and temporal
At best.

Now,the fruit tree planted
Years ago brings forth
Fruit so sweet
To the taste.

The tap root has gone deep
And the tree rejoices
Tasting deeply the
Nectar of the earth.

In quietness lies the beauty
the understanding and wisdom
Far from the
Winds of change.

The sage was right.