on her way home
i cannot remember ever being young
those days of being in love and having memories are gone
it sits upon me heavy these days
i cannot console myself in the fact that I have only lived thirty years
it is friday and the day is almost done
there is shopping to do and dinner to prepare
i await my wife who is on her way home
she is no doubt in the same mood as myself
she is home...
and i suddenly get a warm feeling all over
i cannot remember ever being young
those days of being in love and having memories are gone
it sits upon me heavy these days
i cannot console myself in the fact that I have only lived thirty years
it is friday and the day is almost done
there is shopping to do and dinner to prepare
i await my wife who is on her way home
she is no doubt in the same mood as myself
she is home...
and i suddenly get a warm feeling all over