Helen Bechtel Poet Rhyme

Down the Road of Life

As I was slowly walking,
down the road of life,
I spied  away in front of me
a bent old man and his wife.
Their steps were even slower,
than I who walked behind,
and they seemed to stop quite often,
but no one seemed to mind.
Now as I gradually gained on them,
something seemed familiar to me,
for that bent old man and lady,
looked a lot like you and me.
They seemed to be talking loudly,
as I was catching up to them.
some sort of argument went on,
that seemed to have no end.
And as I listen closely,
my ears did strain to hear,
just what that old man was saying,
to his wife of many a year.
It didn't take too long to hear,
what was all the to do,
for it was the same familiar words,
that I had, had with you.

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