A golden couple, I saw today,
In their deep, golden years,
A sparkle, within their eyes,
With a flame, flickering dim.

Holding hands, on their way home,
Far beyond, lovers now,
They are, the best of friends,
The hands they hold,
Are growing cold.

With time so cruel,
His tall statuesque, now hunch and frail,
As he holds, her hand,
They guide, each other, along the trail.

Walking, remembering,
Their youthful days,
When stars sparkled, in their eyes,
And flames burn deep inside.

When there was, a beat and a rhythm,
To their, younger stride,
As they danced, the waltz,
From side to side.

No need to think, of pledges made
To this day, they have not strayed,
Since those, wonderful days,
That made them, end this way.

By: William Bonilla

*****Bless all, who stay togethger eternally*****