You stand looking so very glum
With your wife looking at pillows
No idea how lucky you are
Stood with your wife of oh so many years
Life blessed you to grow old together
Why do you squander the happiness?
Trample on the gift with no regard
Some of you sit in cars and wait
Time lost you will regret one day
Wasted togetherness, wasted years
How many would take your place?
Smiling deep inside, their mum or bride
The moment that never was is lost
I hope you never remember
That way you may never cry
At the time wasted in supermarket aisles
Where you grimaced and moaned
You made it bad just to make it home
What did you do? Did you make it good?
Or did you sit and complain the day away?
Refusing to smile, crush her spirit too
I want to be old, perhaps older than you
With my wife wrapped up warm and going grey
But I’ll stand, smile and cherish that supermarket aisle