He cranks the gramophone into life

Spinning back the years to a younger life

To where their memories were made

To the tunes of seventy eights 

 

Emotions played from memories 

Cut crystal,tears,as eyes regress

into the malaise of memories 

his stares, reliving all their love     

 

His face as grained as old dry leather. 

Grim with loss of love

as Sewn to bone,the leather wrinkles

To the memories of their love

 

Dancing to the tunes they loved

And in love ,the tune they danced 

Now recollections 

Of a lifetime of romance