Old of Days

Remember, we held hands,
our hearts young,
in days of old.
side by side
lying together, still.

Uncertainty overpowering,
Youth takes time slowly.
Always treasure,
did we fear loosing.

Year by year, loosing fear,

we did treasure always.

Slowly, time takes youth;
overpowering uncertainty.

Still together
lying side by side
old of days.

In young hearts,
our hands held,
we remember.

The End

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