On Growing Old and Love

Will you walk with me a little longer
On this path once scented by the rose
Fragrant purple lilacs used to flourish
Now it seems to me that nothing grows

Remember when the birds sang gaily
While rabbits played hide and seek
Sometimes we’d have a little picnic
On Clover Hill above Sawmill creek

We’d kiss dreaming of our tomorrows
Unknowing the future soon slips away
Making love was a magic youth elixir
We never knew their was a price to pay

We’d smile picking sky cloud images
Father Time kept silent or so it seemed
Perhaps he was kinder than we thought
He let us share what we had dreamed

Ah, but…

Age robs away our smiling youth
Leaves but golden memories to show
But true love seeded grew eternal
On that garden path so long ago...