There we were
Eating our Sunday lunch,
Roast pork this time,
A glass of wine by our sides.
And as ever we talked,
Talked of many things,
The many wonderful things
That we had in our lives.
And then we spoke of death,
Both of us in our mid seventies
We wondered what would happen.
Quite a serious conversation,
We then thought who would die first
When my lover said to me,
“The one thing you will never be
Is to be late, you always arrive early,
Arrive early for everything”.
We both burst out laughing,
As yes, I am always early.
The problem with that though
Is being punctual
Gets very lonely.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2024 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: WE ARE NOT GOING YET!!! (Came across the video on YouTube and was absolutely blown away by it).
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments7
Nope, you two have not gone yet. Is Mary millions of years old too, like you and I are?!
Yes she was around but I didn't meet her until a few years ago.
Andy
Very cool.
Thanks Thomas.
Andy
I’m 71. My beautiful wife is 66. Seems likely I’ll go first. Makes me sad to think I’ll be leaving her alone.
Such true words John. My wife of almost forty years died from dementia and nobody warns you how awful it is to walk into an empty home.
Andy
So sorry Andy. Life can be a rough ride….
And thankfully you're both NOT gone yet. Nice to see the Beach Boys together again, except for Dennis, RIP Dennis and Carl.
So true AP, we will not be going for a long time.
Andy
You still have a lot of living to do.Nice poem
We certainly do David, thank you.
Andy
😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣. 82, always on time, but haven't received an appointment - yet!
No nor have I, I hope it stays that way for a very long time Dave.
Andy
Gave me a smile Andy. All her life my mother was late and my father was early until she died first. Then I understood it had been a ruse, she had set him up knowing that if he knew she was going first he would have beat her to the finishing line.
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