And as we sat on the old park bench, we took sweet liberty, to enjoy the oak trees,
Which were much older and in good health, showing off their acorns.
They greeted the same sun, at every dawn, while saying good night to old man moon,
With the same bow of honor, as one would expect given to a King or Queen
The little birds were tucked away in their bushy branches.
A sleepy chirp was heard, as they nestled away into dream land .
The old wiry gray dog, found its’ way to the foot of an old trunk
Whose roots made a nice hollow for a comfortable bed.
All was well in the old hidden green glen,
and yet the path to it
Was well known by the feet who lived there.
As I hold your hand, a hand I know so well,
I always know, that we were meant to be together.
No matter where, the wind would blow,
It would blow us, back home.
Your once black, now white curl, fell across your wizened brow,
Covering lightly, the well loved, hazel eyes,
I kissed so tenderly, when we were young and still kiss today.
They haven’t changed, for I still see myself in them,
As clearly as the day we fell in love.
There never was a kinder dearer friend than what I found in you.
Together, we watched the world live and grow and die and live again
And shared in its’ despair and grief and promise and
Oh! So much joy!
We thought our hearts would burst.
And today, as we sit, on our own park bench, reflecting,
We can say, we know the world well, and the world knows us......
And all...... is good.
A Lady’s Life.
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