Romeo

Young love seen through old eyes How will their life pan out? Sitting Here in the park watching them walk Hand in hand just as we used to do. Young love just starting out fresh Exploring each other, all new. Exploring their bodies, her perfume Exploding in his mind, his masculinity. And think of Romeo lying in the chapel On that cold slab in the town of Verona. And of pining Juliet, that worried frown. The wonder, where was Romeo? Would Romeo that potion take knowing That Juliet lives? That carefree love What life would be lived, what dreams Fulfilled? What tales to tell their children? My love is no longer with me, taken away By deaths dark sting. No longer holding Hands walking in the park or on the beach. Life left empty in the cold light of day.