a poem by ROY Douglas KNEALE, UK

Perchance, as but sojourners, we were wrought
Two souls adrift upon the tides of Time;
By Scripture, then, both willing to be taught,
When you were young, and I yet in my prime:
Perforce, each for the other, fondness grew;
We met, then parted, met again and wed:
With shared belief we moved to pastures new,
Both trusting righteous paths thereon we’d tread:
When I look back (by old-age-wisdom spurred)
I blame you not you ceased for me to care;
For even though desire in me you stirred,
Alas! Time proved we’d been a mismatched pair!
We parted ways, by mutual consent,
Yet blest were many time with you I spent!

[R.D.K. 2013]
[NB: This is composed in respectful memory of my second wife (we divorced in 1986).]

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