Bitter
morning dark and cold
They
delivered the man very old
To
the nursing home outside grim
By
his arm they led him in
We
have a choice of rooms for you
Number
sixteen and twenty-two
Sixteen
he said with a groan
No
please or thank you just a moan
She
led him down the corridor
And
opened up number sixteen door
The
room Curtains drawn and dark
In
side clean but fixtures stark
She
led him in gently by the arm
If
you want help press the alarm
Is
there anything you want to know
I’ll
leave you to it, she turned to go
The
tear in his eye a watery stare
Was
that some one sitting in a chair
Wiping
the tear from his eye
A
woman in a wheel chair did spy
About
to speak and complain
He
took a good look again
I
know you, could it be true
She
nodded the way she would do
You
have aged but still young to me
She
smiled back as she did sweetly
You
married, is he here with you
You
were also married too
What
happened since we were sixteen
In
my life where have you been
You
always were my own true love
We
were meant like a hand in a glove
The
war came and the message you died
All
those many years I cried
When
all returned and came back home
You
did not I was alone
I
waited and waited in vain patiently
Eventually
accepted matrimony
Had
three daughters’ glory be
But
they never visit me
I
heard you married in the prison camp
I
sailed the seas on an Ocean tramp
I
came ashore as I thought I should
Married
to a heart of wood
I
have two sons that live away
The
nursing home cost they will pay
Closer
to their mother than to me
But
treated me courteously
Her
outstretch hand he took with glee
You
were the only one for me
With
strength he was not aware
Lifted
her gently from the chair
Laid
her gently on the bed
Adjusted
the pillow under her head
Looking
down at her eyes of green
As
if the years had never been
Stooped
his head to take a kiss
For
all those wasted years he missed
His
hands warm for years were cold
His
back straight feeling bold
Loose
skin now with feeling and tight
His
dimmed eyes shinning bright
Her
grey hair turning blonde
All
wrinkles banished to beyond
Her
sagging breast firm refashioned
Breathing
deeply in hot passion
Her
twisted limbs strong and straight
Looking
like she did on the first date
They
embraced and kissed for eternity
That
love that was always meant to be
Changing
elements unaware
Locked
together without a care
The
undertaker spoke after a while
In
room sixteen they always smile
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