Way back in the eighties
way back when I was young
way back I was so active
way back I had my family around
way back, being way back,
now
I sit at home with my furniture
gaze at them with love
talk to them as if they could hear
scold them for being impertinent
smile at them with affection
caress them with tender care
yes, I live with them in rooms
where they lie idle and beautiful
none to sit or lie on them
be us the husband and wife
look at each other with love
been with us romantic in early years
turned now to a care for each other
prefer the company of one another
though there occurs no more conversations
just a look with a beam of love.
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