All Those Years Poem by Marquita Lawson

Monday morning - Nine O'clock - coffee going cold
Just sitting here thinking about our plans for growing old.
We dreamed that we would travel more to places never seen
And take long walks along the beach & watch the waves roll in.

We'd stroll back to our little home flower garden - picket fence,
And then my thoughts return to now - nothing's making sense.
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day,
When we would start enjoying life - it all just slips away.

Last weekend we had dinner out - did chores 'cause we were off.
Sunday morning I went to church - you played a round of golf.
I'm trying to remember now - what was it that we said -
Memories and so much more are spinning in my head.

You said, 'Honey, what time is dinner', and, 'Don't worry if I'm late -
Oh, and just-in-case I meet a friend,
Could you set an extra plate? '
You put your arms around me and looked into my eyes -
We never ever - ever dreamed that'd be our last goodbye.

All those years of making plans, and waiting for the day -
When we'd spend time together - it all just slips away.

The table was set for three, the cooking was all done.
Nothing left for me to do but watch the setting sun.
Just shortly after darkness fell - someone at the door -
A man in blue was telling me you won't be home anymore.

All those years of making plans and waiting for the day -
When we would start enjoying life - it all just slips away
All those years of making plans and waiting for the day -
When we'd spend time together - it all just slips away.

-Monday evening - Nine O'clock - Got through my first day
And just like all those plans we made - time just slipped away

song lyrics - 2004