Come Retire With Me

My workdays are done

I am old, they say

But the fire in my heart

Burns on anyway

My days are not done

I have things to do

Lige drawing and painting

And writing poems for you

I am cautious of what I eat

But I drink more wine

I embrace each day’s hours

And don’t worry about time

I travel the world

In search of good dreams

And listen to the street poets

While sketching their scenes

Come, grow old with me

I have loved you for many years

As our characters have bloomed

Together, we have no fears

We are strong.