! ! ! ! Walking Hand In Hand Into Sunset! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal

A little bent and unsteady on her feet,
A silver haired lady slipped into her seat.
Her companion helped and looked at her face
They exchanged an animated, mischievous glance…

they had come to their favourite restuarant to dine.
An ice bucket held a bottle of champagne and red wine.
Enjoy the evening, captain bowed and moved away.
Shall we order your favourite steak, what do you say?

Settled, they waved to the crowd… just then the band
Began to play an old number… they seemed glad
A memorable song…, he asked her shall we dance?
She hesitated and said mockingly, what at my age…

I watched wistfully from the corner of my eyes.
Then the man got up, today, I would like to buy
Drinks for everyone, our children are away,
We want to celebrate with ones here today.

The goblets of wine were merrily passed around.
Toasts raised in boisterous, sing song sounds…
they seemed young and lively, no old age blues
Seeing them, I thought it sure has its soft golden hues.