THE OLD COUPLE
(c) 2017 Edward York
The old couple walked hand in hand,
As they moved around the park.
I heard him say they had to rush,
Before it got too dark.
His arm had moved around her waist,
Her body was frail and thin.
It resembled the arm that surrounded her,
Encased in wrinkled skin.
His shoulder was a resting place,
For her to lay her head.
She followed every step he made,
No matter where it led.
Young people quickly passed them by,
without acknowledging them at all.
They didn\'t see that he held her tight,
To protect her from a fall.
It was inspiring to see a love like that,
In a world where it\'s so rare.
A love that warms the coldest heart,
And can make a cynic care.
I saw the woman one more time,
As she stood trying to be brave.
I watched the tear trickle down her cheek,
As she stood beside his grave.