Dear Jean & Bob,
As the oceans rise and the glaciers fall,
when frail leaves may bear our words.
Moon dust by which we remember,
the golden skies of our childhood lore.
Though roses wither, ink may fade,
beauty persists in our loving hearts.
Though changes witness our cherished years,
your love transcends the mortal arts.
Honoured, Your friend.
23 September 2015 A.D.
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