we were lions once

someone says
we're getting old, as we stand
up slowly
from the table
and stretch.
getting the kinks out of our
legs
and shoulders,
yawning at the time.
out of old stories.
nine already.
it looks like it's raining
someone says.
I forgot my
umbrella.
we wait until it stops.
huddled
under the canopy
of the restaurant, then
hug
and wave, go off to our
lives.
we were lions once.
believe me.
we were.