the winter years

The preacher stood before them, a stern look in his eyes... it was not their love he questioned but the age that gave surprise. He'd counseled them together, then with each apart... to determine in his own mind if they knew each other's heart. Now the day had come for them to say their holy vows... promising each other all the good things life allows; such as love and joy and peace, care in times of grief... children from togetherness, then comfort and relief. He charged the man, just eighteen, with the caring of a wife... the girl at sixteen, promised to love her husband all her life. With young voices strong and true, the vows were soon all said... and by decree from God and Man this couple were then wed. In the springtime of their lives the honeymoon was fair... their love held bold adventure and they made a handsome pair. The summer years of family then brought both tears and happiness, and busy lives that often kept them too much apart, I guess. When life's autumn rolled around they were a couple once again... but they didn't seem as happy, as they had been way back then. As time moved on it carried them to the place where they both found, they'd drifted oh so far apart yet in much they were still bound. But naught it seemed could draw them, back to their youthful days, and now they face the winter years, there to wander in life's maze.all comments and critiques welcomed Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 06:23 PM PST   0 • 10