The autumn of life
He slurped his coffee
“Where is my handsome husband
This autumn of life?”
Thirty years long gone
She remembered him then
Handsome and sexy
Where his words of love
And where those tender kisses
From this seated beast?
Aspirations gone
But fragments of hope remain
There is a chance left
He grunted when told
“The kids will be round later
They have some good news”
Awe old age!
ReplyDeleteGetting older can ossify you or inspire you to engaged and wring as much out of life as possible. Let's hope it's the latter!
ReplyDeletegetting older the love still there sometimes you just have to dig down a little under those grunts.
ReplyDeleteApplies the other way round as well!!!
ReplyDeletePeople do then to get grumpy as they get older.Although these days the oldies spend the kids inheritance buy a sports car and head off.
ReplyDeleteClever ending..I hope when stuck in autumn good news registers..autumn can be pleasant mind..crunching through leaves..steamy coffee shops..comfy jumpers..
ReplyDeleteI like those 'fragments' - he's carrying about kids.
ReplyDeleteNot a beast. Just a grumpy old man.
ReplyDeleteThe kids are around to provide the solace and lessen the gap of loneliness! Nicely old egg!
ReplyDeleteHank
We must cling to the fragments of hope, especially when living with a grouch.
ReplyDeleteohhh that is lovely... hidden love's appeal.... who knew....
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