A little like poetry

Oldies Kinda Love

They’re eighty, drinking coffee
smiling toothless smiles
Wrinkled hands, silver bands
unbroken marriage vows

They’ve lasted strong for all these years,
Felt the happy and the sad
Seen rainbow days and sappy plays
and had what we’ll never have

Will we make it baby?
Last as long as they have too?
Will we make it baby,
And find, after all the hurt and pain, that we’ve pulled through?
With lonely afternoons, nights spent staring at the moon
Will we make it baby,
And have an oldies kinda love

Yellowing paper, fading photographs
But look who’s still around
War written in lines, tinkling wind chimes
how do they remember what love’s about?

Tea gone cold, no more sugar please
fingers tightly entwined
In the midst of lost love and tears,
Guess who’s more than fine

Will we make it baby?
Last as long as they have too?
Will we make it baby,
And find, after all the hurt and pain, that we have pulled through?
With lonely afternoons, nights spent staring at the moon
Will we make it baby,
And have an oldies kinda love

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This is a newer draft of Oldies Kinda Love.
I've personally always hated the original.
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(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 8:04:00 PM