Young lovers that walk hand in hand reminds me of the time When I was in that magic land and when true love was mine The night and stars were all a part of everything I knew My bosom swelled with a lovers heart that grew and grew and grew But a Seniors love is just as great and stronger I might say Because the time that's left to them is more precious every day A love that's lasted all these years deserves to be in rhyme Just like the forests tallest tree It withstands the test of time. Michael Christopher Daly Feb., 2002 |
Short stories and poetry about growing up in Limerick, Ireland written by Lelia Street native Michael C. Daly now living in New York
Thursday, February 07, 2008
"Old Lovers
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