Young at Heart

Shooting stars, like tinsel littering the sky

Gave birth to an idea.

Virgin land, void of city lights,

Located near the cranberry bog was

The perfect place to view the magic.

In this place, under a black walnut tree,

The debonaire Winston chose

To go down on one knee, with the help of his cane,

To present Carol with a beautiful heirloom ring,

For love is not just for the young, but also for the young at heart.