French Roast

Morning keys with a French roast

Ginger smiles by the bedpost

What is life if not a sanctity of growth

We hope to play in our fertile years

A great deal of pleasure, fault, and ache

The winding road of ecstasy

Down the passage of rude awakenings

May the wrinkles bring felicity

And anchor our stories

For there will be a curtain one day

To bring us to a halt

Taming the muses we once followed

With or without our blessing

The taking of the wind

No longer a river of hearts

Or pillows to rest

Just the nightly air and winter to nest