Als we ouder zijn

 

Crispin Korschen

WHEN WE’RE OLDER

When we’re older,

let’s meet every Sunday at four,

in that cute little cafe we love.

Let’s laugh at our foibles,

our mishaps and then,

release our mistakes to above.

We can share our new wrinkles,

each hair that’s turned grey,

and marvel at how we have grown.

We can both reminisce

on the lives that we’ve led,

and be grateful for each day we’ve known.

When we’re older,

let’s meet by the tree in the park,

the one where the blossom grows yearly.

We can share some nice food

and toast with a drink,

remembering those we loved dearly.

We will not give a thought

to the youth we have lost,

for we see so much worth in the change,

we won’t feel the rush of a fast-ticking clock,

for we know time is ours to arrange.

When we’re older,

let’s meet every Sunday at four,

in that cute little cafe we love.

Let’s be wowed by how

we have weathered this life,

no regrets, we were just here to love.

Donna Ashworth