Having dedicated our lives and love to one another through
the years, children now grown with families of their own
to care for like we once did.
Life being rearranged for us as we grow old, hearts beating,
into the darkness, eyes knowingly searching each other's
for answers that will never be given.
Holding hands, resting in one another's arms, whispering
sweet nothings in the night, hoping for moments in time,
knowing there are too few left to us now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is part of the game..Getting old and realising that the years are counted will sometimes make you want to turn back the clock and relive certain moments. A nice drop.Thanks for sharing