Running in old age

and I will wait
until your lover has gone
should it take sixty years
if you call
I will come.

and I will wait
until all your lovers have passed
to hold your hand
I will run if you ask.

and I will wait
never noticed
out of sight,
watching lovers leave you
mourning my chance denied.

Destiny that dictates
all my seasons through
we’re never to stand to-to-toe
silent as lovers do.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011 

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