by Sherry Wheet

Created on: November 15, 2008

I Wonder

As I was sitting out under the old oak tree,

I began to wonder about you and me.

I thought about the future and what it might hold.

Wondering what we'll be like when we get old.

Will our faces be all wrinkled up?

Will we be bald, blind, or abrupt?

I guess, time will only tell.

Will the kids still come to see us?

Over our grandkids will we fuss?

Will we treat them better than our own?

Tell everyone we meet how much they have grown.

Will they call you Poppy or Grandpa?

Will they call me Granny, Nana, or Grandma?

I suppose, only time will tell.

Will we still enjoy each other?

Will we still joke about your brother.

Will we still go to the lake to eat?

Will you still be obsessed with your feet?

Will we still try to ignore each ache or pain?

Will we still laugh, live, and love or will I drive you insane?

I know, only time will tell.

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