Treasure Island

Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Love Never Gets Old


Love never gets old
Young people
In the park
hand in hand.

On a ferris wheel
Screaming
Their fool heads off.
Kissing on doorsteps

Stealing precious moments
On the phone, at school,
On a bus, at a crowded
Intersection.

But love
Is not only
For the young.

Older couples
On a park bench
Her head on his shoulder
Her hand in his.

Looking
In each others eyes
Over coffee
At McDonalds
Or sharing the special
At Long John Silver's.

Like Raymond Cappomaggi
And his moon.
As much in love
With his Rita
As the day he married her.

Love never gets old.

6/17/14
ALTON TEXAS

Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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