We get up, we kiss, we eat breakfast
Only to do this again the next day and the day after
It's been twenty-two years, now
Our kids have left, they call us sometimes
Our home is still intact, but it is quiet
Left with memories of smelly-dogs,
Stinky gym socks and grape jelly
All rolled into a life, a blanket of soft,
Patterned delight that we shared for
Only a time
Retired, older, but still us
We get up, we kiss, we eat breakfast
We get up, we kiss, we eat breakfast