He notices everything:
the shaky hand under the tucker,
on the brow the deepening pucker,
the greying leaves of her hair,
the faint deadening of her glare.
Every greeting is carefully garbed,
even the memories are rather barbed.
If her figure is so slimly blanch,
how old must be his balding stench!
Finally they’re together,
so it doesn’t matter.
She’s wiser than ever!