My husband will be 80 soon.It prompted me to write this for him.
We open our eyes and laugh
in the morning
from days to years
Time’s passage brings varied cycles,
seasons like an endless flow of
a constant change of new experience.
From a newborn cry to a first
toddle, we are
perennials whose seeds
We’ve grown our children and made
our friends - old and new
And some have left beyond our reach.
From cramming days and working weeks
We settle down to enjoy what’s left of
Now, we toddle
as we did then
And we laugh at night.