By it dosent matter
Date: 22 September 2000
a quiet dance.......a bump to dance ....if i may
a quiet dance
he comes to she so late in day
work over path leads home
never a word for some time, years
yet his meal made, paper out
for him to read as he eats
every thursday for so long
the same meal is laid
drab old life, drab old house
yet a comfort in its way
meal over they retire
to clean up and sleep
still yet for a word to be spoken
between he and she
alarms set for early morn
they lay down for sleep
wrapped tight together
arm in arm leg over leg
bodies so close again
as it has been for years
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