Back in the 1980s I was having lunch in a city park, writing. I wrote two poems that day for couples walking by: An old couple and a young couple. When I read your question I realised that Mrs Didge and I have become that old couple. It's not much as poetry goes, but you'll get the idea.
Strolling in the park, he and she —
Aging, overweight, their bodies long past beauty;
Yet they dress with care and with colour,
Each for the other,
In their minds—as a melody is remembered,
An orchestra imagined in the silence—
They perceive themselves
Not as time and weariness have tarnished them,
But as they were so many decades past
And will remain: their psyches fresh and young —
the husks alone have grown grotesque.
Roses are red. Violets are blue otis's shine is the best and that is true