to finally
be old, to have
earned
your sighs,
your long walks,
taking
your time.
to linger now,
over tea,
with no hurry
in your bones,
no phones to answer
quickly or
appointments
to keep.
how nice
to sit and watch
the snow
fall and know
that tomorrow is
a place
you don't have
to be.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
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