Autumn Walk

How much tears can one person shed?

I couldn't help but sit and wonder.

Silent tears are always the loudest cry for help,

Cries that will always be in vein..

A river by that cottage flow, flow and flow.

Generations after generations and I couldn't help but wonder,

Will the water run dry one day and everything will end?

Autumn is the season where all nature dress in their best to attend a coming funeral,

I took a walk beneath lines and lines of trees with leaves the shade of gold, red and yellow.

Not far I saw an old man pushing a wheel chair, in sat there was his old, old wife.

Peacefully they walked by, to me there shared a smile.

He was gentle and kind as he leaned down to whisper something into her ear,

She turned around, her eyes soft and warm, together they shared a wrinkled smile, on a lovely day during a walk in the park.

A love so true, I wonder if I'll ever find,

Will there be someone who would love me and cherish me 'till the hair in our head grow gray and white?

Do such love really exist and does it belong to me?

That old couple proved that love is strong,

And I'm sure, for them, their love will last until the breath their last breath..