We have loved 100 years

The widowed man and I near drowned in tears

When meeting by the bus stop down the road

Missing those who loved us all these years

And loss  makes us more vulnerable to fear

The face shows each one’s horror like a code

The widowed man and I gave way to  tears

We think we’re on a plateau, we don’t know

That we are on a downward slope, age goads

We’re missing those we loved despite old scores

The cold wind and the rain were listening ears

To our sad speech when comfortless, alone

We’re widowed and enraged by salty tears

Is this pain a selfish one to share

Waiting for our little bus to show?

We’re missing our old lovers and their care

Now we don’t know what to eat or dare

We both catch on, this hint that life’s unfair

So widowed both, enfeebled by our tears

Between us we have loved a hundred years