One day When my hair is graying, face is creasing My husband will be at work His apathy slowly increasing And making him a rude ****. My kids will be at school being fed empty knowledge Preparing for college And the TV set will be blaring I won't be caring About the static noise filling the beige room, The news guy speaking of terror and gloom A blue glare will reflect on the brown stained couch On which I will be sitting, with a woebegone and wistful slouch And my brain will drift, slowly searching memory files Going back for years and endless miles And I will remember you, The boy I once knew, As the boy I never kissed My eyes will mist And maybe I'll cry And give a shaky sigh For so many reasons, and that lost kiss will merely be one