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He listened, as he heard a light tapping on his door.
Taking a
minute, he slowly shuffled across the floor.
Years had crept by so aches and
pains were now his lot.
As he remembered, days gone by, he became lost in
thought.
Years have passed away, since he met his own true love.
It was a
moon lit night and all the stars were out above.
They began to dance and as
they danced the night away,
This dashing young man reserved a date for the
very next day.
For several weeks, they became an intimate pair.
They were
young and free, thinking they didn't have a care.
One day she told him she
had to leave town for a while.
He kissed her tenderly and said good-bye with
a smile.
She was to return, at which time they planned to wed.
But she
didn't return and his heart felt crushed instead.
Days turned into months and
many months turned into years.
Days he spent in sorrow with the shedding of
some tears.
She had cancer but she did not say a word.
She went into
remission,
but she knew her words to him would be unheard.
She didn't want
to burden him with fears of a relapse.
She worried in the future, fear would
cause love to collapse.
He showed his love for many years by sending one red
rose.
He sent it every Monday morning so the story goes.
This was Monday
morning as she shuffled to the door.
Expecting one red rose, just like all
the weeks before.
Instead she found a rose and its color was pure
white.
With a note attached that said:
"He died quietly last
night."
She stumbled on the steps, just outside her door
She knew in her
heart, she had lost what she lived for.
With the ticking of the clock, she
had grown old
Her life had been a treasure more valuable then gold.
Time
had come to pack up and leave her humble home
Her days of youth were gone;
days left were hers on loan.
Borrowed time and memories was all that still
remained;
She could be proud of her days of service claimed.
She would
call the rest home when she got back inside;
Then she'd call a taxicab and
take her final ride.
She wouldn't shed a tear as she left her tree-lined
street
She knew that growing old was victory not defeat.
The rest home was
an entry to the final phase
She was so thankful for all her golden
days.
Sometimes life was easy and sometimes life was hard
She had
survived, by the inch and not the yard.
Her faith in God was strong and she
wouldn't lose it now
She would keep her courage up and make that call
somehow.
As she shuffled to the phone, she fell upon the floor
Then she
saw a vision standing at her open door.
The vision that she saw was someone
from the past
Her precious LOVE had come; to take her home at last.
In his
hand he carried one rose so white and pure
It was her guarantee that peace
was hers for sure.
As she lay upon the floor, the room became quite
still
He reached for her hand and she knew it was God's will.
As he took
her hand in his, the rose fell to the floor
Together they were going, where
roses bloom forever more.
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