​our eyes mask many a sorrow within,

splintered hopes, tattered dreams,

lost in the folds of ceaseless time,

whispered murmurs, ebbing in the tides of fractured rhyme.


yet still our disjointed verse has woven a path for better or worse,


holding each other close, through the travails of the years,


our wrinkled faces smiling, even as the end nears … 

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