A Companionable Love Or 'Working It Out
The difference between them was palpable,
kind of off key like a strange smell,
they didn't quite gel.
She'd go her way, smooth and easy,
thoughtful and kind, straight,
and trusting.
He was a hard, edgy man, private, not shy,
with a sharp tongue __tough,
so you see the situation.
She tried to wring his neck once,
when they'd had a fight,
you'd never believe it!
Now they're this old couple,
timeless, mild, like peas in a pod
You'd never have guessed their past
and when they sit together
it's a companionable kind of love.
poem by Ruth Walters
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