Secrets
I know that when I'm old and
The lines around my eyes
Crease as my children and grandchildren
Say goodbyes.
I know I'll look back fondly and say
"How I wish I had
Not worried about half - or more -
Of all the things I have"
But foresight doesn't help me
In the middle of the night
Though my legs are wrapped round yours
And your arms are wrapped round tight.
Even then I wonder,
"When's my life about to start?"
I long to find someone to share
These secrets in my heart.
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