I have long recognized.
The difference between,
My wants and needs.
And each day as I grow older.
My needs to want them pleased,
Seems to be less of a concern...
By those much younger,
Getting their wants to get much quicker.
Without needing to waste time,
About thinking of anything wanted.
Since they will get it,
Anyway they can to then become bored.
Where have those days gone,
When patience to have had been a part of life.
Like holding hands.
Strolling slowly.
And,
Without announcing premeditated plans.
About one's expectations.
With a wink.
That returns a response.
Semi innocent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem