sometimes i wish <br />God will give me old age <br />where i can <br />be another grandfather beside <br />a grandmother <br />and around us our <br />grandchildren <br /> <br />all noisy and naughty and <br />filling the old house with joy <br /> <br />there will be no blackout <br />and food will be served upon a call <br />of a small child <br />even with a small cry <br />the maid will be ready <br /> <br /> <br />it is only a wish <br />and will never be possible <br /> <br />we don't even have a child yet. <br />and we are already old and weary of waiting <br />what God once <br />promised which we perhaps did not hear <br />clearly <br />because we were then busy <br />loving our careers.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loving-our-careers/
