The Passing of The Years
The passing of the years has yielded much;
But journey of brief life's experience
Has not diminish'd love's sweet tactile sense—
A soft caress, a misted mem'ry's touch.
For still there burns that love, that inner flame,
That time alone can not extinguish cold;
And though this mortal frame grows tired and old
The constancy of love needs no reclaim.
From sharing times of hardship and of joy,
Sometimes with laughter, other times with tears,
A bond of mutual strong support appears
And builds from two a single joint alloy
That can confront life's essence without fears;
And strength has grown with passing of the years.