Updated: Dec 17, 2020
We work each day, counting down to the day that we can say
farewell to the daily slog and have more time to play.
No more early starts, except to exercise or catch a flight
And while we wait, hoping that we just might
find that special one with whom we'll walk or maybe run
into the sunset, to a villa in France and have some fun.
Drinking fine wine and baguettes with cheese,
Making new friends, enjoying the breeze
as you watch the old men playing petanque
in the village square while sipping a glass of blanc de blanc
at the local cafe with everyone;
the women have brought their daughters and sons.
When I was young I imagined things like this,
not working or getting up for the school bus.
I now think fondly of those bygone days when
I used to help at the school with the younger kids
Assisting the teacher so that she could give
extra help to the ones who needed extra help
to catch up with the others in time for break.
I miss the displays and the prize giving assemblies
and feeling proud of my children as they collected their prizes
And the camaraderie I found with the other parents
A drink or a meal while we all were sharing
our worries or fears about life and death,
our views on independence, our hopes and faith.
I suppose I am trying to say that we should enjoy each stage
of life with our loved ones, the French villa can wait.
One day, one day.....