Missed Opportunity

Because you are young and I am old Does not mean we both cannot feel the cold And I had wish to share a blanket warm Before one of us come to the end I wanted just to sit with you and hold A pole or rod in the water spinning Yarns about the life of disinterested fish Answering that question of boyhood wish And bonding before our final parting That I may bequeath the love in abeyance Held in reserve to my sorow and annoyance The young missed the real so much in each play I missed the opportunity we might have had today.