Youth sitting in chairs
Not knowing what twenty years will bring
Looking about seeing and hearing their cheerful ways
I smile and recall the day I once sat in the same chair
Fleeting moments of a time long gone…
I will never understand why they call them laugh lines or crows feet
But I know they are appearing as I sit with my table of graceful aging ladies
Nearing the red hat club and home before the three AM members
I sip upon my glass of merlot and think this used to be whiskey on ice
Watching youthful smooth moves, as he asks her to dance
And I chill out on an anti inflammatory and a chilled red wine
This stage of life still makes me smile
When I can know in twenty years they might be here too
Patricia.... am not too far behind! I can tell you how am slowly favouring the drinks and real chilling instead of what i thought was cool, twenty years ago. Your poem tells me it wont be that bad in twenty years to come! ! thanks, topten i say x
I am sat beside you thinking the same lovely write Patricia 10 Chris
Hi Patricia! Love this write! The years do go by so quickly, in a blink of the eye! *10* Friend Thad
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I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, , , , , , , , , , nicely written, , , , , , , , , , , , ....thanks a lot for sharing this.10/10