Hey, guys. I might have lost my novel because of some Mountain Dew and a brother, but that can’t stop me from writing. Hope you like it.
Elegance is the embrace of the elderly;
Kindness from the heart.
The dreary hand that sweeps these pages;
Till death do the couple part.
The memories long since past;
That seem more like dreams.
The more they think of them
The more surreal it begins to seem.
The woman living alone,
After many years of joy.
Remembering the day she met him
When he was just a boy.
Elegance is keeping intact,
After the pain of the Reaper.
In hope that one day,
Again will he meet her.
As she slowly drifts off to sleep,
She will remember.
The misery of that bitter December.