{Poems of Music & Art} By TheodosiaLynn

[Wine and Roses] #3 {Poem}

The breeze flowing threw the rose bushes, and the joyful lovers who sat by them, with glasses of crimson liquid known as wine.
              Those were the younger days, when life was still ahead of them, now its just melancholy... no not melancholy,  there were vivid reasons for his sadness, it was as clear as the worn down pictures that lined the halls of the once blissful home. This man has no one to call his own, perhaps he once did, but she was just a memory of when the world was young and fulfilling.
                The only bit of happiness was these memories he shares with her, of wine and roses, the garden they used to walk in, the chestnut tree they sat under on top of the hill.
                The old and lonely know of pain and joy at the same time. But he knew any day now, they would be sitting under the chestnut tree, drinking wine,  with the smell of roses.