Grumpy Old Man by Mary Etta Metcalf

i know his hearts desires…i know from whence they come
deep within his heart and soul it rises to be acknowledge
where once we were warrior…time has mellowed us both
he is now only a grumpy old man whose bite is weakened

i still know him…i still feel him…for you see…we are soulmates
there is fire inside that still burns for each of us…we cant deny
there is no running away anymore…the love will always be
he is now only a grumpy old man whose bite is weakened

our tempers flare…then they cool…once more stars are shared
we are so alike…we look into each others eyes…we see ourselves
we can try to hind it…but the heart reminds us…we are soulmates
he is now only a grumpy old man whose bite has weakened

to stay man at him is not possible…i compromise to ease the moment
he may not always accept the times senior moments tend to rule
but we are aging at the same pace…still talking the same language
he is now only a grumpy old man whose bite has weakened

End of the poem

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