Saturday, 29 October 2016


We wont see, I bet
Our fading youth again
Not even that middle aged youth
Of when first we met

We might be blessed, unable to forget
The passing of time
Maybe then take our pleasure
Repeating the rhymes

It isn't forever
Whatever they say
Don’t ever consider
You may never decline

We fight, get stressed, trying
To find our love sublime
Leaving the well kept treasures
For those following on behind

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