A Place to Rest
We used to have the energy
To dance the night away,
But years crept in so silently
And took our legs away.
We’ve hiked the mountain trails for fun
With food and lots of gear,
But now it’s, “Wanna take a walk?”
“No, thanks, I’ll just stay here.”
Now when we go to a fair
We don’t last half a day.
We eat our fill of funnel cakes
And then go on our way.
But, at least, when I am pooped
And you can use a rest,
I still find warmth and comfort when
I cuddle ‘gainst your chest.