If I grow old and find myself alone,
I will take my breakfasts slowly
At Denny's.
I'll sit quiet at the counter
On a swivel chair and
Wait for a waitress' hand
On my shoulder
As she fills my coffee up.
I'll make small talk and hope to hear,
"How was your breakfast, my dear?"
And I will remember my wife
And miss my family,
And wonder what's left for an old man...
Knowing better times have come and gone,
But thankful, for a little while,
The comfort in a waitress' smile.
(Props to Tawnia and her crew, Breakfast at Denny's, Billings, MT, August 12, 2012)
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
If I grow old and find myself alone,
I will take my breakfasts slowly
At Denny's.
I'll sit quiet at the counter
On a swivel chair and
Wait for a waitress' hand
On my shoulder
As she fills my coffee up.
I'll make small talk and hope to hear,
"How was your breakfast, my dear?"
And I will remember my wife
And miss my family,
And wonder what's left for an old man...
Knowing better times have come and gone,
But thankful, for a little while,
The comfort in a waitress' smile.
(Props to Tawnia and her crew, Breakfast at Denny's, Billings, MT, August 12, 2012)
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