I want to ask you to tell me a story
Tell me about the time we spent the twilight chasing dreams under the old oak tree
Till we fell into the grass, our laughter singing symphonies with evening melody
Hold my hand and tell me
You’ll still love me, when my arthritic fingers
are bent with age
Open your world to me
Let me step in quietly
On toes soft as the first steps of the night’s last waltz
Dance with me,
And when the song ends,
We’ll teach our hearts
To hum.