Reflections from Middle Age

Let us stop for a minute and drink wine

Or champagne,

If you have the time

Outside the window the world grows colder

A little more black, a little bit older

And soon darkness will greet us

Attempt to defeat us

With rivers of sorrow to cross

But just for this moment we’ll

Pretend

That life has no end

That all tomorrows are rosy hued

And every hope we hold comes true

Sit with me and we’ll quaff and chat

And dream of things bigger than that

And forget the crevices and cracks

Wrought  by life’s dynamic counter tacks

Where people we love lie dying

Copyright, Sharlene Zeederberg, 20 Oct 2013