by Lauri Langton
Worn hands look young
as they mend
the garden gate that welcomes
the old love, now friend.
Bent willow chairs are carefully
arranged in the shade
and times remembered
that never fade.
We have no grand adventure,
no morning after,
just quiet discourse
and gentle laughter.
Have we lost the energy,
the look, the passion
that we had
when we were in fashion?
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