DARBY AND JOAN
I saw a sight this morning I swear to you is true
And I thought I’d put it into verse, the way we poets do.
I have to do it quickly, while it’s still fresh in my mind.
So no time to count the iambs nor to search for the perfect rhyme.
An elderly couple passed by (I think I’ll call them Darby and Joan)
Darby was in a wheelchair and Joan was pushing him home.
And then, to my amusement, she stopped to take a break
And shook her husband’s shoulder to make sure he was awake.
They had a conversation, though I couldn’t hear what was said.
Then Joan climbed into the wheelchair and Darby pushed instead.
Sweet love,sweet affection,
Though as old as ages,
Your love never fades away,
Like the morning rose, it blooms,
It never withers or dies in a day.
Like the daffodils that bloom in the garden,
Though haste away so soon,
But linger in the heart till night.
Renewal of love every minute,
Beautiful, blooming,fresh and evergreen.
Like trees planted by the rivers of waters,
Which produce new leaves when old ones wither away!
Darby and Joan,though old,
Your love stays still,till the end of time.
They sat side by side together
On a bench looking out at sea
Just an ordinary old couple
With different thoughts and memory
He remembers his young love
With blonde hair all curly and clean
Smelling of herbs after washing
Glinting with a shiny sheen.
She remembers his blue eyes
Piercing right into her soul
Eyes that watched over her
Making her feel whole
Their hands are held tightly
She knows how hard they feel
Knowing that each callous
Was money for another meal
He sees the redness of her skin
Where years of toil took their toll
But with this blemish, it just means
They were clean and fed overall.
They are just 2 old folks
Like Darby and Joan of the song
Together in life for many years
With each other they know they belong.
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