The Duke of Quails, as he prefers to be called, wrote this poem on a love that lasted through the years and is still going strong. It touched my heart because for me, in today's world, it is refreshing to see relationships that have survived the storms and continues to bloom!!! Too late for me but this should be the goal!
Old Love
The bond they share,
The night so near, I say there
Fifty, sixty, seventy years,
Sounds close.
Watch the crowd, the ones who stare,
Every Friday the same,
Every order comes the usual déjà vu
Large Coke float, two straws, and no whip.
Time shows no pain.
Together they forever sit.
The world is so big, so fast,
They simply hold hands
And speak of old times that are long past.
She cooks for him.
He still gives his seat.
Age doesn’t matter here.
None of them show signs of defeat.
Those old couples found love’s true meaning.
They’re too blind to see it.
We’re still waiting at the end of the finish line
And they’re still in the middle of the race.
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