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Like crowds of people on this night
each random droplet of cool mist
moves errantly 'till out of sight
leaving bare limbs moistly kissed
by tiny jeweled reflecting beads.

And looking at streetlights up high
the motes of water swirl and dance
like pixee dust tossed in the sky.
Their movements are all ruled by chance
none knowing where the other leads.

On this night's damp tranquil stroll
through a world turned wet and chill
although old aches may take their toll
I'll continue up this gentle hill
no matter how my age impedes.

I turn and look into your eyes
and smile as you look back at me
as if I am some type of prize
although not many would agree.
With hands entwined our walk proceeds.

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Or a new? I felt it was someone who knew you well and accepted your limitations. Was I right?

It's the same one I've loved and who has put up with me for 38 years. And though I've grown old she has remained young somehow. Appreciate your dropping by..............stan

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Good luck for the next 38!

just beautiful Stan......

....""""I turn and look into your eyes
smile as you look back at me
as if I am
some type of prize
although not many would agree.
With hands entwined
our walk proceeds

TILL OUR OWN ETERNITY.... add on if it does you please...

younger generations take sex
as a hobby,
how many goals did you score kind!
we old foggies still see
the sunrise in a setting distant horizon
they all laugh mostly at me
toothless guy who will now kiss thee...
the youth is in our arms
we belong to those
whom, we do long
and then the stance changes ...
variety is spice of life
can't you oldie see
what of years associations you talk
coz you can't with many walk...


Yeah but sometimes those numbers and state of mind really yell loud lol. Your line goes well with this but adding another line would mess up the rhyme scheme. Appreciate your dropping by.............stan

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Will sort the toothlessness out and certainly improves the appearance

To have loved so long is a credit to you both I loved the poem I cant see anything except in the first stanza

moisly - moistly ?

another great poem you have been in the zone of late

love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

I am shocked! The idea of ME making a typo is so out of bounds lmao. I expect Susan deserves more credit for putting up with me than I with her. Now I'll return to the twilight zone and see how many more typos I can make lol..................stan

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Someone said that love poetry was not a good thing to write. Of course I don't agree -love is our great emotion (and others of course) - but love poetry is so often written specifically for someone, our gift to them. What a gift for your wife. i am a little envious (in a good way!)

Jenifer Jaspa James

Love poetry Is hard to write without it sounding trite or using worn out phrases. I was hoping this could be read by anybody and them be able to think it resonated with them. I appreciate your dropping by............stan PS feel free to check out my Great Poetry shop syllabus and join in if you'd like

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