Old lace in windows
Yellowed with years
Hang stiff and brittle
Where pale, old eyes peer.
Streets lonely, or busy
Sun-baked or wetViewed through old lace
Are difficult to forget.
Fingers filigreed
Like the lace she holdsAre twisted and gnarled
Waxy and old.
Eyes dim and tired
Scan the endless parade
A progression of ages
A long motorcade.
Activities don’t change
But the people all do.Whether male or female
Whether many or few.
Our silent audience watches
Through fragile old laceWith eyes dim and aged
In a time-ravaged face.
Watching, always watching
Still watching us yet.
All the passage of time
Must be hard to forget. 
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Hey. Check out The Wolves and the Ravens - by Rogue Valley. Great lyrics. Learned it for church. Your post reminded me. ..."When my hands are old and ache..."
https://vimeo.com/83077323
In the morning by the sea
As the fog clears from the sand
I have no money in my hand
I have no home, I have no land
But it doesn't trouble me
As I lay beside the fire
I am easy to inspire
There is little I require
I wasn't yours and you weren't mine
Though I've wished from time to time
We had found a common ground
Your voice was such a welcome sound
How the emptiness would fill
With the waves and with your song
People find where they belong
Or keep on
Through the never-ending maze
Where the way is seldom clear
There is no map or compass near
I drive a ship I cannot steer
Through the bleak and early morn
Where a stronger will is sworn
Where the moments move so slow
And seem to never let you go
When my hands are old and ache
And my memory flickers dim
And my bones don't hold my skin
There's no place I haven't been
I recall the days were few
That is all that I can do
Feel the carvings in the tree
That gives shade for you and me
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