The Aged

The Aged - who are they?
This jumbled band of hooded faces?
Unidentifiable lumps of jelly
Each with a spark of life?
Or are they this woman - that man -
A wife or a father -
Triumphant bridegroom
- or this dreaming girl?
Perhaps they are that unborn child?

Lift the hood!
It is your face - it is mine.

Norah Boehme