Original Bob


Yes my love, I see them

smiling, even laughing at us.

We have seen years

and decades go by.

We aged

but are not old.

Our skin is wrinkled and dry

but to my touch you are

soft and smooth.

Our eyes slowly moved into darkness

but yours are

brighter than the stars.

Our bodies grow older

while our hearts grow young.


© Original Bob
28 February 2018


NB : This is one of two poems (the other is Domingo) 
I wrote as a challenge by my friend Isaac to describe 
how, in terms of years, people can grow older without aging,
 how it is possible to die younger than at birth.