Fourty Years
Their love never died
I spotted something today
That almost made me cry,
She was sixty three
And he was seventy five.
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He was lying in a hospital bed
She refused to leave his side,
He was her husband
And she was his bride.
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Fourty years we’ve been married
That’s what I heard them say,
I wonder if they know how lucky they are
As that’s a miracle today.
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I couldn’t take my eyes off them
They were in a world of their own,
Only there for each other
In their own personal zone.
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But you know what really surprised me
The love that shone in their eyes,
After all those fourty years
Their love had never died.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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