WE ARE OLD
we are old and wrinkles fret our
When time has put a damper on
I shall but love you more than I
Although the years will dwindle
many moons have slowed our step
And hoary heads bespeak our span
When often quiet around the
hearth we sit,
Upon your face with love I still
sweet passionís eager flaming
A deeper, gentler, stronger love
My dearest, I shall cherish you
And after death my love will
love for you encompasses the
Youíll always be the essence
of my soul.
© 2000 Ruth Gillis
We Are Old" received a
Second Place Award
in the July/August 2000 issue of
Poets At Work
and a First Place Award in Bell's Letters Issue 108, 2004.
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