He loved the old widow <br />This gentle old man <br />But he couldn't get courage <br />To ask for her hand <br /> <br />So once every day <br />He would send her a rose <br />It was his only way <br />To let her know <br /> <br />And for six long years <br />It was always the same <br />He would place each rose <br />Upon her window pane <br /> <br />Then one day she worried <br />And she worried some <br />When the gentle old man <br />His roses didn't come <br /> <br />She went to his house <br />Where she knew he lived <br />His small little farm <br />Near the top of the hill <br /> <br />But he wasn't there <br />His neighbors were home <br />They told the old widow <br />Of his love so strong <br /> <br />They said he's alright <br />At a hospital in town <br />He will soon be back home <br />His health let him down <br /> <br />She sat on his front porch <br />With her head in her hands <br />She had a good cry <br />For this gentle old man <br /> <br />The very next day <br />When the old man arrived <br />His pipe fell from his hands <br />And he rubbed both his eyes <br /> <br />He couldn't believe <br />What was on his front lawn <br />There stood the old woman <br />With wide open arms <br /> <br />As he walked to her <br />And as he came near <br />He could see in her eyes <br />The falling tears <br /> <br />She told the old man <br />You silly old fool! <br />Did you think for one moment <br />I didn't love you too! <br /> <br />As the old man held her <br />He brushed back the tears <br />He told the old woman <br />These are the best years.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-widow/
