Walking

 

There once was a young man

who found his lady love,

hand in hand they’d wander

wherever the wind would blow.

Never a truer love

could you hope to see,

every evening they went walking,

walking,

walking,

in the evening they went walking

under the pale moonlight.

Time went by, years past,

their love continued to grow,

 in a world full of changes

they remained consistent.

Despite having busy lives

with many a things to do,

they always made time for walking,

walking,

walking,

there’s always time for walking,

and always hand in hand.

One day the young man woke up

to discover he’d grown old,

he turned to his lady love to ask her

how this had come to be.

But she didn’t answer,

for in the night, she had passed away

and that evening he went walking,

walking,

walking,

he still went walking,

‘though his tears blurred the way.

Day by day his grief dimmed

yet it never faded away,

he learned to live life

without his lady love.

Many things have changed

but one remains the same,

every evening he goes walking,

walking,

walking,

shoulders slumped, he goes walking,

to remember his lady love.

Author's Note

Please be honest