Love poem

Fifty years from now

Will you still remember me,
Fifty years from now,
On Marriot’s Way,
On our journey from the town.

Hand in hand we walked,
Under the bramble bush,
With the skylarks singing,
And the rabbits on the path.

The boy who passed us on his bike,
The group of teenagers under the dark bridge,
And your family with their puppy dog,
Calling in the distance.

Will you still remember me,
Fifty years from now,
When we are no longer here,
To amble hand in hand…

With the honeysuckle,
And the ginger Tom,
And that seven-pronged giant,
Sheltering from the Sun?

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