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Down the Road
I looked at her across the years her graying tresses, winnowed tears and there amidst, my own dread fears that life might find her lacking - her one true love long dust, thereof ... I gazed on her thru ages, hence the care-worn furrows years dispense with Autumn's chill that ne'er relents ripe beauty, sweet and lasting - the dreams, all missed should fates persist ... I saw her through the eyes of change those things that time could rearrange but not a charm was lost or strange her smile still stole my breathing - but would the years grant me, or tears? I viewed her self, far down the road with languid limbs and stature bowed still, her allure and splendor flowed with grace God grants the angels - an unknown art should I depart ... I watched her growing old in dreams cool by the moon's much bluer beams and warmed by day, as day so deems but always there beside her - that song, not sung should I die young ... in all those years I watched her go from gold through silver, eyes aglow and prayed I'd see it all - just SO but fate can be quite cruel - for death, you see took HER, not me ... the story fate thus told ... she never WOULD ... grow old.
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