It's a small bed we share
barely enough for the two
but big enough for the pair
to see the years sail through.
The wood now creaks with age
shrunk thin the old mattress
weighed down with passing days
buoyed up with embrace.
The pillows are thick with stains
of tears that flowed all the while
from rivers of joys shared pains
upon travel of the long trying miles.
Loyally it carries us along
our bed of priceless worth
could mere wood be that strong
if not bonded with warmth!
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
It's a small bed we share
barely enough for the two
but big enough for the pair
to see the years sail through.
The wood now creaks with age
shrunk thin the old mattress
weighed down with passing days
buoyed up with embrace.
The pillows are thick with stains
of tears that flowed all the while
from rivers of joys shared pains
upon travel of the long trying miles.
Loyally it carries us along
our bed of priceless worth
could mere wood be that strong
if not bonded with warmth!
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