Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The autumn of life



He slurped his coffee

“Where is my handsome husband

This autumn of life?”

 

Thirty years long gone

She remembered him then

Handsome and sexy

 

Where his words of love

And where those tender kisses

From this seated beast?

 

Aspirations gone

But fragments of hope remain

There is a chance left

 

He grunted when told

“The kids will be round later

They have some good news”

11 comments:

  1. Getting older can ossify you or inspire you to engaged and wring as much out of life as possible. Let's hope it's the latter!

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  2. getting older the love still there sometimes you just have to dig down a little under those grunts.

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  3. Applies the other way round as well!!!

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  4. People do then to get grumpy as they get older.Although these days the oldies spend the kids inheritance buy a sports car and head off.

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  5. Clever ending..I hope when stuck in autumn good news registers..autumn can be pleasant mind..crunching through leaves..steamy coffee shops..comfy jumpers..

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  6. I like those 'fragments' - he's carrying about kids.

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  7. The kids are around to provide the solace and lessen the gap of loneliness! Nicely old egg!

    Hank

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  8. We must cling to the fragments of hope, especially when living with a grouch.

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  9. ohhh that is lovely... hidden love's appeal.... who knew....

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