Our hairs will turn gray
worse, away;

Our knees will shake
in climbing the stairs;

Our minds will end less gay
and some memories may fade;

Just our bodies will wrinkle like papers
as we age.

Then in six-feet down under,
we’ll be in aweful company as we decay.

Over time,
clocks become nuisance.

But, we defy time
when we choose to listen
to the strings of our hearts. . .

. . .for though we’ll be gone one day,
there’ll be another two,
who’ll choose to love
come what may.

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The Bridge
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