an aged couple in the park
reminds me of a memory
he gently holds her withered hand
as twilight brings its mystery
then I recalled the tender smile
and all the hope and dreams of dawn
that sunset robs from broken hearts
when every gleam of love has gone
are some immune to selfishness
how else to pass the years with grace
to share their lives without regret
at last to find this peaceful place
for is that not the goal of love
a bond in victory or defeat
but some are cursed to greet the night
alone as silent stars retreat
he stoops to pluck a homely bloom
and gives it too his ancient bride
she smiles and looks into his eyes
they greet the sunset side by side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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