Saturday, March 22, 2014


He’s bent and he shuffles;
She unsteady by his side.
He’s angry and impatient;
His moods she can’t abide.

There’re gaps in his memory;
He’s forgot events long past.
She can’t remember yesterday;
Her memory barely lasts.

He wears red suspenders;
To hold his drooping sweats.
She was a pre-school teacher;
He a ‘suit’ who chased success.

Their evenings quietly spent
Watching nonsense on TV,
Then early off to bed,
And wide awake at three!

Who is this aging couple,
Once so vital, so in love?
They’re you and I, dear,
Stroked by time’s velvet glove.  

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