Romeo Poem by David Wood

Young love seen through old eyes
How will their life pan out? Sitting
Here in the park watching them walk
Hand in hand just as we used to do.

Young love just starting out fresh
Exploring each other, all new.
Exploring their bodies, her perfume
Exploding in his mind, his masculinity.

And think of Romeo lying in the chapel
On that cold slab in the town of Verona.
And of pining Juliet, that worried frown.
The wonder, where was Romeo?

Would Romeo that potion take knowing
That Juliet lives? That carefree love
What life would be lived, what dreams
Fulfilled? What tales to tell their children?

My love is no longer with me, taken away
By deaths dark sting. No longer holding
Hands walking in the park or on the beach.
Life left empty in the cold light of day.