Love at 80

On separate benches of this park we metBoth defeated by age and the rat race called life

I 80, she 75 – little did we know that we would find love

At this stage, when we are both playing the last innings

But, Alas! We did. What we looked for throughout the journey of youth

We found during the last over

But as they say – everything is well that ends well

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