Just six More Months

Just six more months,

How time does fly.

Then there we’ll be,

Just you and I.

Won’t wear a watch,

Or check on the date.

Nowhere to be,

So we can’t be late.

We’ll sleep until eight,

Or maybe past nine.

Watch Price is Right,

Won’t that be divine.

We’ll take a short nap,

Curtains pulled tight,

Lying like spoons,

Is such a delight.

 Dinner at five,

Or seven or nine.

Up to the wee hours,

With a bottle of wine.

Just six more months,

Then there we’ll be.

Always hand in hand,

Together you and me.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista Di Parole