What can I say that hasn't already been said
I'm getting into the golden years;
thought I had accomplished all I wanted,
but, no,
I still feel like my life has passed right by me.
Once young, strong, gallant, even handsome
-some say
Today even though memories linger.
I wish for more, but how?
I have no more time, to seek, to find.
Looking at girls today;
what has this world come to I say?
teenie boppers, wearing make-up
showing what, they still do not have...
I had to wait 'til I married, to see what was up!
Ah, how wonderful indeed, was that day,
when I talked to her, for the very first time;
we sat at the bench,
-this very same one
we watched a good movie, then had some ice cream.
Had such good times, for only a dime.
She's gone, an angel, I know.
Many years now have passed by,
loneliness takes over , I miss her
that sweet love of mine.
...I miss her.
I have walked the walk, I talked the talk;
lived my life, like any other bloke.
I'm over 80, I sit at our bench,
can go home now, rest some,
wait for tomorrow, if tomorrow will come.
Ah, my bench, so many years, so many dreams;
laughter and tears,
some loses, some fears.
If only you could talk, bench,
how many stories, would we hear?
Adding your comment:
I only pray that I will have some sweet memories of my own by then.
