Memory book chapter

When I am old and gray, my kids will say one day
Dad, how did you live each day?
I will tell of loss and love, both entwined like hands in a glove
to protect your brother, and thank your mother, these are the things I would say

When I am old and gray, my wife will one day say
Amore, how did we live each day?
in peals of laughter, fits of joy
in quiet strength, and Devil’s coy
the fullest love, in the surest way, these are the things I would say

When I am old and gray, to myself I’ll say each day
Lucky was I to live this way.
to see the world in shades of gray
neon streams and realized dreams, puzzle piece memories with undefined edges
a palace would do, but so would the dredges

I may be old, I may be gray
an elder, a geezer, a fuddy per say
but stop a second
a moment
a dayand listen to all of the things I can say