When we're older...

When we’re older,  

let’s meet every Sunday at 4, 

in that cute little cafe we love. 

Let’s laugh at our foibles,  

our mishaps and then, 

release our mistakes to above.  

We can share our new wrinkles,  

each hair that’s turned grey,  

and marvel at how we have grown. 

We can both reminisce  

on the lives that we’ve led,  

and be grateful for each day
we’ve known. 

When we’re older,  

let’s meet by the tree in the park,  

the one where the
blossom grows yearly,  

we can share some nice food  

and toast with a drink,  

remembering those we loved dearly. 

We will not give a thought  

to the youth we have lost,  

for we see so much worth
in the change,  

we won’t feel the rush
of a fast-ticking clock,  

for we know time is ours to arrange. 

When we’re older,  

let’s meet every Sunday at 4, 

in that cute little cafe we love. 

Let’s be wowed by how  

we have weathered this life, 

no regrets, we were just here to love. 

Donna Ashworth 

Art: Crispin Korschen