When you are
old and grey
And I am
gone away
Read these
words of love
Pause a
moment and reflect
Upon the
times when we first met
On stumbling
words of love
Smile
sweetly in your way
Remembering
a winter’s day
Our separate
lives we put away
With promises
of love
Contemplate
the life we spent
The credit
marked against the debt
The sum of
all we tried to say
Our countless
words of love
In silence I
know you will hear
All the
words of love we shared
Freed from breath
but spoken still
In memories
of love
I was a bit unsure of this poem so I posted it on a poetry forum to get some feedback. They didn't like the 4th stanza. I can see their point, but then they don't know Kathy like we do. I wanted to write a poem that begins at the end of our love affair, after I am dead (we can all agree that I die first right?)and then takes you from when we first met to when we married to when we actually did all the living and then to a time after I am gone. To a time when our love is sustained by memory. So back to the 4th stanza. I literally wrote it after this conversation; ME; "Hey Kalil Gibran says that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream." HER; "Well that's kind of a circular argument." I realized that when Kathy looks back on our life together she will do it as the analytical person that she is. So I constructed this stanza by first making a list of accounting terms and then trying to work them into what would essentially be an audit. The idea being, as we've lived together we've exchanged many words, some more loving than others but when you add them all up, in the end the loving far outweighs the not so loving. The credit is marked against the debt and the sum = love. Infinite and everlasting.
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