Twenty Years

Youth sitting in chairs Not knowing what twenty years will bring Looking about seeing and hearing their cheerful ways I smile and recall the day I once sat in the same chair Fleeting moments of a time long gone… I will never understand why they call them laugh lines or crows feet But I know they are appearing as I sit with my table of graceful aging ladies Nearing the red hat club and home before the three AM members I sip upon my glass of merlot and think this used to be whiskey on ice Watching youthful smooth moves, as he asks her to dance And I chill out on an anti inflammatory and a chilled red wine This stage of life still makes me smile When I can know in twenty years they might be here too