MY FUTURE SELF

Maybe when I’m making sense of the past You’ll see my lenses are rose tinted glass Finding old memories, once locked away Unwrapping highlights to put on display Triumphant tales of those former glories Uniquely retold as old war stories Regrets will remain, but kept in their place Each one secure in its own little case Sitting back, my working life will be done Enjoying the grandkids, out in the sun Lucky old me, when at last I’m retired Fingers crossed then, that I won’t have expired...