If people were meant to pop out of bed, we'd all sleep in toasters. ~ Jim Davis

 We sit in silence

sipping tea
The autumn leaves
are falling fast
We do not speak of
what we feel
The memories that
haunt our past

We know the
seasons change
and go
They cannot bring
back what we lost
We only have this
moment so
We cherish it at any
cost

For we are bound by
fate and time
The gentle and
mysterious flow
That made us share
so much sublime
And taught us how
to love and grow

We smile and nod
remembering still
That we have joy
and grace and skill
And in our eyes the
truth is clear
We are the lucky
ones my dear

Chester