I want to grow old with you.
We’ll wrinkle together. And grey.
Lose our glasses, our vision, our hearing, our memory, our friends.
Look back at days past. With much fondness and some regret. Continue reading →
I want to grow old with you.
We’ll wrinkle together. And grey.
Lose our glasses, our vision, our hearing, our memory, our friends.
Look back at days past. With much fondness and some regret. Continue reading →
Al is an old man I know
Not grumpy, in fact, pleasant and all
Stoops, walks with a stick
But once he stood tall
He’s good fun to talk to
Any time, any place
One small problem, though Continue reading →
The day you grazed your knee at school.
Your nurse told me.
You never called.
The day you missed the bus on your way home.
Your teacher told me.
You never called. Continue reading →