(poem) Fifty years after

Fifty Years After

Robin and Lyndell Ford
2018

You were a fleeting shadow in the hall.
We two, so newly met, had just begun.
Your wedding photographs. A distant call.
“Don’t do it” said the telegram in fun.
We recognise those moments when things change,
Forever and for ever, ever more,
When certainties we had are rearranged
And nothing is the way it was before.
Surprised, we find that we are growing old,
There’s life ahead, we don’t mean to depress,
But grief will come and leave us feeling cold
Amid the sunny pools of happiness.
Just now there’s grief and change and lowering weather;
We’ll listen, talk and care and be — together.
 

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