There was a man that I once knew,
who tended flowers that I grew.
I’d watch him as he’d plant and ***
He did not know I loved him so.
Sometimes we sat and talked for hours,
on a bench amongst the flowers.
He told me stories of a time gone by;
of war torn places he thought he’d die.
I often wished that I’d been older,
nearer his age… I could’ve been bolder.
Thirty years of difference is a lot…
would he have taken me seriously? I think not.
The day someone told me he had died,
I remember I sat in the dark and cried.
Unrequited tears of love I wept;
the wasted time of a secret kept.
Time moved on, as it must do.
I married, had children, not one but two.
They grew up hearing stories about this lovely man.
They would ask me lots of questions as only children can.
And now I’m widowed, grey and old;
I live in sunnier climes to keep away the cold.
I had a mural painted that took many hours,
of the man I once loved watering my flowers.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
There was a man that I once knew,
who tended flowers that I grew.
I’d watch him as he’d plant and ***
He did not know I loved him so.
Sometimes we sat and talked for hours,
on a bench amongst the flowers.
He told me stories of a time gone by;
of war torn places he thought he’d die.
I often wished that I’d been older,
nearer his age… I could’ve been bolder.
Thirty years of difference is a lot…
would he have taken me seriously? I think not.
The day someone told me he had died,
I remember I sat in the dark and cried.
Unrequited tears of love I wept;
the wasted time of a secret kept.
Time moved on, as it must do.
I married, had children, not one but two.
They grew up hearing stories about this lovely man.
They would ask me lots of questions as only children can.
And now I’m widowed, grey and old;
I live in sunnier climes to keep away the cold.
I had a mural painted that took many hours,
of the man I once loved watering my flowers.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
