‘An Oldie’s Valentine Love Poem’ by Jeff Eardley

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An Oldie’s Valentine Love Poem

We met when she was seventeen,
The fairest maid I’d ever seen.
With eyes of blue and flaxen hair,
My mouth agape, I had to stare,
And wonder, if a girl like she,
Would ever choose a fool like me.

But now she’s just reached seventy,
And I’m still where I’ll always be.
I try to quell her doubts and fears,
Just like I’ve done for all these years.
The anxiousness she often gets,
When browsing on the Internet.

We never argue, never fight,
We must be doing something right.
From crocus poking through the snow,
To Summer’s dreamy afterglow.
Aquarius and Gemini,
It seems to work, I don’t know why.

We have no need of Valentines,
Expensive meals and dodgy wines.
With waiters looking down their nose,
In dinner suits and dicky-bows.
We’ll cuddle by the fire instead,
A glass or two… then off to bed.

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Jeff Eardley lives in the heart of England near to the Peak District National Park and is a local musician playing guitar, mandolin and piano steeped in the music of America, including the likes of Ry Cooder, Paul Simon, and particularly Hank Williams.