They were friends
together from childhood days,
He of sound limb,
she, sorely walked with a limp,
He carried her on
piggy-back, what fun they had,
With him at her side,
her limp was never too bad.
They grew to lovers
& he promised her the world,
“In dance halls of
Venice, we´ll waltz a fine whirl,
I´ll make you fine
slippers for your dainty wee feet,
And like a small gazelle,
you´ll dance light & fleet”.
When they were old
& grey, he promised her in age,
“I will carry you
to heaven, in spun shoes of soft sage,
We´ll tiptoe on clouds
& I´ll wash your toes in the rain”,
She said, “My step
with you, has never been a pain”.
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