We really feel that we've been blessed,
our market value's been assessed,
our robins all have left the nest,
retirement has been addressed,
SO.....
how did we grow so old, so grey
and only just since yesterday?
Should we sit here in our rockers,
let our lives spill out of lockers,
forgetting other timeless faces,
grand old times in other places,
pretending to be young, not old,
oh, sorry, not for sale, but sold?
Each to each, but all the same,
mundane clones, alike, alone,
trapped within our twilight zones.
My mind has eaten up your name
but I am delighted that you came.