Age is a deep pool, still and clear
Winds can not ruffle it, year on year;
Never a tempest its calm can stir,
All it holds are the things that were.
Shining, far in its crystal weeps,
Pictures of memory it keeps.
Places and people now passed by,
Here they change not, they can not die.
Age is a deep pool, soundlessly
Shrining the hours that used to be,
Holding safe in its depths unstirred
Smiles long faded, long spoken word.
Aline Triplette Michaelis
02 December 1883 ~ 10 August 1958
as published in 1935 in
The Dallas Morning News