Oldsters

A wedding anniversary is not always a bad thing.  It affords me an opportunity to peruse my trove of love poems and find a few suitable lines for this blog. 

Here's an oldie (but a goodie?) that might speak to those other advanced-age couples who wonder if the best is yet to come.  I'm optimistic.  And now that my wife and I are empty-nesters our evenings can be a lot more energetic (instead of trying to hide from a nineteen-year-old).

So . . . take a walk on the old side.

We Shall Be Old Some Day

We shall be old some day when the children are grown,
When the house is cold, the attic spare . . .
And then I will find you everywhere.

We shall be old some day with a pension plan,
With our passions quenched by a coffee thirst . . .
And I will love you as at the first.

We shall be old some day when the evening is dark,
When our teeth are false, our opinions honest . . .
And I will love you as I promised.

We shall be old some day with our photos faded,
The mortgage paid, our work at end . . .
And then we shall be young again.