When I am an old man, I will still be me. I will behold beauty, of the world. I will weep for those torn apart by the fangs of grief, yet also giggle with babies. When I am old, I will wear blue, colour of the ocean, Its lover a summer sky. Blue calms […]
When I am an old man, I will still be me.
I will behold beauty,
of the world.
I will weep for those torn apart by the fangs of grief,
yet also giggle with babies.
When I am old, I will wear blue,
colour of the ocean,
Its lover a summer sky.
Blue calms me.
I will wipe away tears,
like I have done for years,
this is what a father does.
When I am old,
I will breathe in tender kisses,
hugs from my grandchildren
I will smooch my wife,
like the taste of candy.
We will hug into our sunset,
As twilight beckons,
thank God for our years together.
