Simple Dreams

Be nice to have a hand to hold
A friendly face to turn to
Some days I feel I'm growing old
Those are the days I yearn to

Turn and see a happy face
Smiling just for me
Someone who could share my space
And still leave room for me

 Be nice to share a warm embrace
With no great expectations
Turn and see a loving face
With no recriminations

Simple dreams on a cold day
The warmth of love on hold
I hope that love will find its way
Before I grow too old

Poem by Alice C. Bateman

This website is Designed, Built, Owned and Webmastered by
Alice C. Bateman