Old Love

OLD LOVE

When life is kind, 

a friendly gesture from a friend; 

when pain is canned 

And plenty’s not a burden, 

I know I’m blessed, 

I know how much I owe to you, 

Old Love Renewed. 

For here I am, 

fixing a sagging garden bench, 

peeking at her splendor, 

wondering why I’m 

this lucky. 

Who would’ve thought that second chances do exist; 

that even after thirty years she’d find her way to me, 

rekindling her passion, looping me in the loops of her hair —

Brown Penny, did you know? 

For there she is, tending to her flowerbed, 

the sun, perhaps a little jealous, 

complementing all her moves, 

accentuating beauty and all there is to admire. 

And I know I’m blessed, 

I know how much I owe to you, 

Old Love Renewed.

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