Bucket full of life
overflowing past the brim
A home, family and wife
days filled with friends

Farms and gardens galore
children grown into nice men
Grandkids around and even more
a love hidden not of his kin

His love knows no bounds
an energy unsurpassed
Everyone clamors around
such a stark contrast

To the one left alone
that one forbidden love
Tending her gardens of gold
in dirt stained gloves

On the outside looking in
not a part of the whole
Face turned to the wind
it’s music her scrolls

His world swirling in mirth
deep loves held in his grip
Hers tending the Earth
tethered to his fellowship