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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Time Out

"Time-Out" by Ella Wilson
I hope this bench is here when we are old
We'll rest when we grow tired from our walk
We'll reminisce of all the times we've strolled
These very streets as we watched life unfold
Or maybe we'll just hold hands and not talk.

13 comments:

Christine said...

A good place to reflect and love. Very Nice.

Fireblossom said...

...and read our kindles and text and play angry birds...

;-)

Mary said...

Beautiful thoughts expressed here! Everyone should have someone to sit on a bench with when they are old.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Probably not talk - just snuggle up and hold hands reminisce in our minds.

Anna :o]

Old Ollie said...

The last line is perfection...and a perfect moment too.

darev2005 said...

Those calm silent moments are just as good as the loud flashy ones, in my book.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Lolamouse,

Your poem captures one of the real reasons these bemches exist. They are so much part of life!

Best wishes, Eileen

Ella said...

Ah, the beauty n' charm of lives lived and touched by time out~

thingy said...

This is so sweet. Reminds me of a scene in the movie 'Notting Hill' which breaks me up every time.

Claudia said...

just holding hands and not talking sounds like a intimate relationship to me..smiles

Brian Miller said...

smiles. sounds like a wonderful future to me...the sitting holding hands and not talking..smiles.

Mr. Walker said...

"we'll just hold hands and not talk" - what a lovely time out. Thanks.

Richard

daydreamertoo.com said...

When a couple are so familiar with each others ways, they can still be communicating, even in the silence between them. You've conveyed that thought really well here.