THE PARK
Hand in hand,
a walk in the park-
the day when youth
had us in it's hold.
Throwing breadcrumbs
to the ducks and the birds-
promises to still be here
in the days when we are old.
Your arm around me
as we sat in the swing-
watching our children
so innocently play.
Dreaming of days
when they are grown-
we'll watch their children
when we're wrinkled and gray.
Now the sun
has finally set,
and days of youth
are all but gone.
In my twilight years
I stand alone,
with a promise
that I will carry on.
The grandchilden playing,
full of their youth-
I watch them for you
with joy in my heart.
I smile with memories
as I feed the
ducks and the birds-
where we walked
hand in hand in the park.