ON MY PARENTS' 57th ANNIVERSARY The age-fog hangs in heavy drapes Around my head, a cloudy gauze. My memory of your love escapes Through murk and mist that seals the doors. My grey and whispy hair you stroke And whisper words of long-lived love. Though shafts of sunlight prod and poke They never pierce the gloom above. Now sitting at the window I Avert my gaze, your touch resist, My memory dulled, with glassy eye And drooling mouth, I face the mist.
More..Willy Bendall
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