When old and gray
on a sleepful day
dozing at fire's side
near the finish of life's long ride,
will your soul once more awake
with a bitter remembrance of heart's break
to find the last thing tenderly true
is that little spark of love yet smoldering deep within you;
Stoop and stir the fire
those final embers of sweet desire
which are still aglow
burning on through the years of long ago,
with this concluding passion of a former time
you shall come to find
love is after all truly the bravest of the brave
the only one with enough courage to forever follow, even into
the grave.
Love so often seems to belong to the young, but becoming old should not mean the end of it. Good write Smoky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love never fails. The love for a person may stop; but love is forever. Enjoyed your poem Smoky.