They were again walking down the beach
holding hands, smiling, laughing, happy.
People of the town saw them daily
the tall gaunt old fool with his Angel.
This was how he had introduced her
and chuckled as he spoke of himself.
He with a small white beard about chin
and her flowing beside hand in hand.

No one knew from whence they came before
just that since joy followed wher they were.
While walking along just yesterday
the couple stopped and started to waltz.
Then a small lad tugged the Old Fools shorts
and asked how they danced, no song playing.
They laughed and the angel bent saying
listen to the music all around.

Often they sat on a bench at the trail
squirrels and birds would come to be near.
As they ate from gentle opened palms
the Old Fool and Angel sang loving songs.
When they would sit watching crashing waves
children came with crayons and paper.
Leaving after he drew them cartoons
butterflies for girls, critters for boys.

These two could be seen in predawn hours
sipping coffee on their deck chatting.
And found they were riding bicycles
sometime slow, some racing side by side.
An unruly child once up the beach
calmed and happily played once they had passed.
His mother and dad smiled as they left
whispered between of their bright green eyes.

Young and loving couples sat by near
to talk and ask about questions dear.
Angel would smile and tell them to love
Old Fool would say but laugh together.
All here hope they will be here ever
walking the beach, biking roads together.
For they express love to all around
the tall gaunt Old Fool and his Angel.