A Window with the Sunshine
When I grow old, that’s all I want -
A restaurant window in the sunshine.
My friend, the cherished actor
had his choice of any seat his fame desired.
The maître d’ prepared a quiet table in the corner.
Privacy from peering eyes and boisterous strangers.
But for all his years in the limelight,
He sought only one thing –
A window in the sunshine.
More than fresh air -
the generous rays of warmth
envelope a personality, etch calm in body and soul.
Solace in elder years.
I harkened back to my younger days.
A quiet table in a dark corner, dim lights,
comforted and provided security for me
and the one I loved.
And then in middle years, a table twice removed, assuaged my ego.
Assured me of my importance.
Sheltered me from the very fame I sought.
And now….and now….
As the tide of life recedes,
I want to sit in a window with the sunshine.