Sipping Cider With My Sweetheart
‘Twas in the spring we met just you and I;
our love then bloomed and took off to the sky,
and floated ‘mongst the clouds that drifted by
as we enjoyed a new nirvanic high.
And like a fantasy it set us free;
in reveries we soared across the seas
to white sand beaches lined with mango trees
that ever gently swayed in ocean breeze.
We spent our summer lost in paradise
while sipping Captain Morgan rum on ice,
and passions never ceasing to entice;
just you and me and love, Babe, did suffice.
But time, relentless time, has cast its spell;
there’s no escaping younger days death knell,
like pebbles falling down an empty well,
and echoing the age in which we dwell.
Although our days of youth did now expire,
our love still strong and filled with much desire.
We have our memories that never tire,
as now we’re sipping cider by the fire.
November 18, 2018
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