Why are they happy at 92

Why rejoice at ninety-two?
When the head is completely white,
When you don't understand where you are
And what else is yours in this world?

They are happy with striped socks
And tea with honey, warm donuts,
Sweets and a warm blouse
And that in life you are not completely alone.

Today the yellow leaves cheered
And the sparks in the eyes of the old people played...
My daughter, you know, I dream
That you bring maple leaves when I get old.

...And after... looking up at the sky
She remembered me with love once.

(V. Davydova 12.10.22)