A
glass of cabernet on a spring day,
Sitting
in the open air, river breeze
Wafting
up from the park the sounds of play.
The
boys tease the girls and then the girls tease
The
boys; the volleyball arcs through the sky
With
the trajectory of tragedy,
Like
the song… ain't no time to wonder why ,
Whoopie!
We're all gonna die. "The
pity,"
He says,
"is that it all goes by so fast…
One
day you are young, leaping in the air,
Full
of vim and vigor, then it is past,
you're
old, and a peach is too much to dare."
"No
one says 'vim and vigor' anymore,"
His wife
sighs. "Drink your wine, don't be a
bore."
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