My Santiago

Holding together a grab bag full of life and love, Despair and exhilaration! I pass, And glance furtively, in their direction. Curious and nonchalant, At one and the same time. Nonchalant that I am not yet in their space And yet curious that I am looking At myself, A few short work years, birthdays and Christmases away!

I too shall be sitting, Al Fresco, At some Settlers Inn, Jousting and Watching my pennies And buying the special for that day,

Surrounded by friends, Who are old like me…

There is comfort in numbers!