Image by Stacey Kennedy from Pixabay 

I want to ski on wooden skis

I want to wear wool that’s not olive drab

Drinking ice cold beers and mixing high balls

I’d sit in front of a fire

With a curly haired blonde

We will remember the time together

And show dog-eared, photos to our children

They will think it drab

Because the prints cannot show the blue of the sky

Or the red of their mother’s cheeks

When we think back on our lives together

We don’t have to mention this one thing…this one time together

Because all the things

All the times

Merge into one warm memory of our lives together

One will cry when the others is gone

Lost, longing just to be together again

© Glenn R Keller 2021, All Rights Reserved

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