Skin much more wrinkled
time doesn’t stand still
not even for love
but neither of them cares.
Her foot is hanging
relaxed, dangling there
He’ll utter the same saucy words
adding a touch, a gesture or two
and, she’ll act all coy
just as he knows. she’ll always do.
The piddle pot is under the bed
happy cat and dog are on it
day is done
they owe nobody nothing
not even the rent
all’s right in their world.
Theirs was a match made in Heaven
and, clearly Heaven sent.
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