A legend was once tole,
of a love divine and old.
The skin now turns gray,
with everyday they sit and pray.
Creeks sound from their chairs,
as if no one even cares.
Soon their day will come,
and we'll remember what they have become.
Their love has given us sight,
of the dreams that could take flight.
As our time passes and life comes to fold,
so does that of a legend once told.
