Women wear a calming air of gracenStones scrawled with countless birth datesnThose moments nothing could replacenNot time nor changennSmall birds perched on steady branchesnSing soft in sweet abandonnSure signs of why this life was grantednIn spite of painnnOld friends stand side by sidenKnown before those creeping linesnChildren grasping mothers tightnAvert their eyes, as they and hide and hidennNo glance of useless blamenNot a word of unjust fatenLeave tired bodies where they laynAnd clear the stagennIf life feels different it's the samenIt's the samenIn a constant state of changenWe;re the samenThough we've seen better daysnAnd understand we're all as desperate to explainnnBut it doesn't always work that waynJust see the night sky for the stars if you're still awake