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About This Poem
A love story for the aged
The bed was strewn with rose petals
The heady perfume filled the air
Had showered , smothered on body cream
Shampooed and blow dried my hair
Was wearing the new nightie
I hadn’t worn before
Am getting quite excited
Hmm is that someone at the door
Was a policeman standing there
Asking me my name
Was I on my own
His eyes were full of pain
Sorry I have to tell you
But your man was knocked down today
Was on the pedestrian crossing
Been to the florist I would say
He is in a critical condition
We will take you to him now
Will have to dress won’t be long
Gave a puff to make the candles go
Grabbed my phone
Took a photo of what he hadn’t seen
Was quickly at his bedside
I turned a shade of green
He looked so ill my man
But managed to open his eyes
Sorry I messed up the evening
I smiled didn’t want to say lies
Hey I can show you what you missed love
Took a photo just for you
He managed to take a quick look
But couldn’t manage two
My man is in a coma
But he knows our love is still strong
Smiled when he saw my nightie
Cos I still had it on
He died knowing that I loved him
Was so precious to me
That our love has stayed through the ages
Still as strong at 73.
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