Rain batters my skull
Drumming to a regular beat
The energy left my hands
Numbed by lack of heat

I close my eyes and drift
Away
to a place from yesterday
Where the generous sun shared
Its rays

Friendly warm faces greet
me
As I sip on a welcomed cup of tea
Watch old men sharing tales
Of youthful victories

The bell on the doors rings
To announce all patrons
Like a high-society function in spring
Room noisy with conversation

I sit and watch it all unfold
Nursing the warm drink
Slowly I blink, fantasizing on when my
Face, body, and soul will become old

What stories will I tell
And what secrets I'll keep
Those women I loved
Alone, I walk down the street