The older you get.
The more you fret,
What now you cannot do.
Walk for miles,
climb rural styles.
Run after buses
Trains, airplanes too.
Wlidly dance,
until exhausted
you sink to the floor.
Make passionate love
Wanting more and more.
But now,
you talk too much,
risk becoming a bore.
Putting the world to rights,
You' ve seen it all before.
But still you can,
share precious time,
sipping champagne
on the terrace,
in the setting sun.
with your closest one. |