She was born <br />with a coronet <br />of wispy gold twine. <br /> <br />At seven <br />Sunlight and weather tempered <br />and forged for her <br />a tiara of fine copper wire <br />which she wore until middle age. <br /> <br />At forty <br />she was bequeathed with <br />a diadem of diamonds <br />and topazes. <br /> <br />At sixty <br />time has refined the contours of her face <br />and filaments of silver <br />have modeled a halo for her head.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-alchemy-of-growing-old/
