Decades of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Decades of LoveThe Outskirts of the Fontainebleau Forest, Alfred Sisley (1885)

Decades of Love

They walk down the twisting path hand in hand,
The leaves are golden as their many years.
At this juncture they make but few demands,
No more will they be spilling precious tears.

Life’s journey put them on this path before.
Ground is nearly barren beneath their feet.
Both understanding what is next in store,
No extensions will both ever entreat.

The warming sun is at their bending backs.
Turning to each other giving a smile,
Seeing a bench, now is time to relax.
Great love between, there is no denial.

A love they thought started just yesterday,
Counting the decades to their own dismay.

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