He sits at his desk,sipping his tea
Looking at the window,lost in reverie
In the garden she dances with a laughter so bright
A glimpse of pure joy,like a star in the night

Every word she speaks a melody so sweet
Each moment a treasure,his aging heart skips a beat
The world can't see what his aging heart's longing to show
In a moment of magic,hope begins to grow

He dreams of the courage to speak his mind
Something her youthful innocence can seize
But time is a woven fabric keeping them apart
A symphony quite is playing deep in his heart

The worn heart has its secrets,tucked away
A soft silent yearning is under way
She is unaware of what he feels
A golden ager's love that’s so real

So he lets her smile,sing,spin and dance
With his love that won’t ever fade
In the twilight he lingers,hoping that it’s true
A golden ager's heart,that is forever brand new

Photo credit; Scott Broome