I’ve Reached The Age
when
a morning cup of tea
beats bouquets of flowers
when
not having aches
is more valuable than success
when
being invisible on the street
means freedom to roam
when
tears are a gift
not to be feared
when
the dead keep me awake
with hoots of laughter
when
love looks a lot like
loyalty
and when
death, while not yet a friend,
is no longer a stranger.
a morning cup of tea
beats bouquets of flowers
when
not having aches
is more valuable than success
when
being invisible on the street
means freedom to roam
when
tears are a gift
not to be feared
when
the dead keep me awake
with hoots of laughter
when
love looks a lot like
loyalty
and when
death, while not yet a friend,
is no longer a stranger.