growing old
and she said
we’d never drift apart
not in a million years
and she said
love never leaves the heart
even after death
but if the flowers should fade & wilt
and the angels should fly away
just know I won’t be afraid
as long as you’re near
and she said
there is a place beyond the sun
that never grows old
and she said
it never grows old
october two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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So beautiful!
Thank you, Jennifer.
On an unrelated note, I just read Derecho again and man oh man. Yep. You still write some of the best poetry ever.
Oh man, thank you Tara. You’re the best!
wow. again.
thank you again!
Nice post ✉️
Thank you
I need to find that place. Now.
Let me know when you get there.
OK.