Velma Brown, The Couple</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=43.htm>Velma Brown</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Couple</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Two figures slowly walking hand in hand,<br>Had often graced the hot,cemented street;<br>each day at three,as if precisely planned<br>they would emerge from some remote retreat.<br>For many years,this couple could be seen<br>together,as they took their aimless walk;<br>it had become a neighborhood routine<br>that could be timed exactly,by the clock.<br>She was so small beside his taller frame,<br>her hair was white, while his was iron grey-<br>they had no friends,and no one knew their name,<br>yet they appeared on schedule every day.<br>One afternoon at three, with weary tread<br>he walked their course alone...and mourned his dead.<P></p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>