A young boy, a young girl
...side by side in daddy’s car.
Looking for a place to make out
...they won’t be going far.
On their way they pass
...An old couple on the porch
The boy quips to the girl,
...“Think Pops still carries a torch!”
“Pops,” looks up just in time
...to see the youngsters going by
Looks over at Emily
...a knowing twinkle in his eye.
Emily looks at Pops
...with a twinkle just as bright.
Once more they are young
...lovers in the night.
A smile wrinkles Pops brow
...as suddenly, time slips away.
She’s giving him that look
...as she did in their day.
Meeting her gaze
...suddenly sparks fly.
Two octogenarians in love
...‘neath the evening sky.
Two hearts still sighing, touching
...in that magical, mystical way.
When making love no longer requires
...wandering, clumsy hands of clay.
But love just as passionate
...in eyes that still recall
That coy, demure look
...that says it all.
Yes, there in evening’s twilight
...as stars twinkle high above
The torch burns ever brighter
...Pops and Emily in love…
Russ Pergram
