Mature women
singing
spending time remembering
yet still making new plans
deciding what is healthy
what is worthy of the dance at hand.
She turns around
seeing days have slipped by
pauses
reflects on mistakes
reflects on the positives as well.
She grows into understanding
her own person
her own song.
She turns around
listens for the orchestra
yes it is still playing
and she sings:
I am not music without lyrics
I am a woman
of substance.
I have thoughts that I pursue
that speak volumes
age has brought me knowledge.