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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