when wrinkles outnumber hairs
we'll be rockin' in our chairs
on a porch overlooking a hill
or maybe, a cul-de-sac.

bonfires' burnin'
seasons keep turnin'

our kids playing with theirs
all The Family will be there
matriarchs' content peace
giggles blowin' in the breeze...

bonfires' burnin'
seasons keep turnin'

wrinkles mapping history
sands unscarred by time.
"always" unexaggerated
with you there, by my side.