A Lover's Walk
A Lover's Walk
We walked the streets that summer, off the chart
row after row of homes lined like little blocks
some were decaying , some were falling apart
Fall was waiting, with it's many brilliant hues
tree after tree was waiting it's turn to paint
red, gold, brown and yellow missing only blues
We walked in the icy cold winter's whitest snow
taking pleasure in the warm thoughts we embraced
future a mystery , so damn glad we didn't know
Eager spirits so willing to walk every new day
forget the past and favor the coming of our love
so long before fate came to have it's final say
How did we ever so foolishly live to miss
the easy coming destruction of our love
a touch removing the decay of our last kiss!
Whispers awaiting on the mists of Spring air
The streets now silently cold and so very bare!
Robert J. Lindley, 03-23-1976
This from my journal so long ago brings back such bittersweet memories.
Life giveth and life taketh away. A hard lesson learned .....
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