Nann ‘n’ Pop
Love is
Fighting against the withering tick of time.
Knowing he is not in his prime
Looking down with a perplexed frown,
He can do without sex only clown
But can’t do without his glasses,
He needs them to find his lassie.
Love Is
Trying to kindle a sparkle calling her lovey dove,
Trying a sixty-niner an’ falling out of bed
An’ breaking a leg, now that’s true love.
Every morning a kiss ever since wed
She smiles with no teeth, there still in a tin,
He smiles back with porridge on his bristly chin.
Love is
Looking into the enchanting mirror deep,
To hold that grandeur pose and keep
Just for him if he can stay awake
Who fell asleep eating his cake.
You join him now for the afternoon nap
An’ fall asleep with your head in his lap.
Love is
Their beauty within when flesh has soured,
Knowing both have tasted and devoured
Their youth thru all their kids’ joys and fears.
Now shrinking old together into the twilight years!
With never ending love and bingo for fun
Twill never fade – what a marvellous run.
''Love is Fighting against the withering tick of time. Knowing he is not in his prime'' nice definition of love...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this read you portray the two like a melody. I was drawn into the work! Their life together and the beauty the love they held within for each other.