A Couples Poem

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 Life as a couple is often filled with forks in the road. But what really counts is in the end, you remain one spirit. This poem was written during one such fork in my marriage, but in the end, we emerged stronger than we were before. Funny thing about adversity, you can choose to grow from it, or let it silently destroy you. Thankfully, we have always grown. 



 The Couple 

 

His words were sharp like wind through snow 

Tenderness to fade. 

Two scores of days gone dark,  

And with it took their youth. 

Like tarnish on the silver,  

 life was muted.  

Goodbye to days of glory, 

beacons for a cause. 

Laughter ran like rivers 

Oh, 

 to be loved in a world of wars, 

A blessing to behold. 

The silent eyes need not say, 

The heart already knows. 

So, in this dusk of latter years,  

Come kindly take my hand.  

What was past a part of us, 

Ours to understand. 

 

Teri Carlson 

 

 

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