Same Old.

I saw you and I,
on a wrap around porch,
in the summertime,
40 years down the line,
rocking back and forth in our chairs,
wrinkly hands intertwined,
laughing about the same old,
your olive skin shaded darker by the years,
your hair not as long as it was,
but your brown eyes,
they stayed the same,
we watch the sun set together,
on the porch every day,
laughing about the same old,
you were the first person or thing,
that made me think about a time,
beyond the time we’re livin’ in,
I still think about that time sometimes,
more than I care to admit,
and sometimes I wish,
we were 40 years down the line,
basking in the summertime,
wrinkly hands intertwined,
rocking back and forth in our chairs,
laughing about the same old.

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