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