Autumn Years

Once I did not have
The time to say all the
Things I wanted to say to you
Things of life and mystery
And poetry and peace
You whispered naughty things
In my ears until I giggled
And words turned to gasps

Now there are no whispered
Words at night no soft
Touches when you leave
Or welcome back hugs
I do not know how to
Take this
This growing older and
Losing passion’s fame

But nothing can turn back
The clock and so I must
Settle for a comfortable
Old age and a friend to
Share it with

At least I have that