Kris

 

 

 

At twenty five we put on black

painted our faces green

and scared the trick-or-treaters

 

At thirty five we sat in a tent

drank too much wine

and screamed with laughter all night

 

At forty five we roamed the coast

breathless at the beauty

and moved to distant towns

 

At fifty five we buried a friend

drank too much wine

and hugged each other hard

 

At sixty five you went far away

riding forever mists

and left me with my dreams

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