Will You Still Need Me? Now I’m sixty-four.
One more time around the Sun … could it ever get old?
Still, so much to say. Still, so much to do. Despite life’s grief, despite dashed expectations. I will always love us.
Look up to the stars, to the horizon of our next human adventure.
One more time around the Sun … could it ever get old?
Still, so much to say. Still, so much to do. Despite life’s grief, despite dashed expectations. I will always love us.