One of These Gray Days

One of these gray days

I’ll find a tear on my cheek

yet not remember shedding it

I’ll marvel at how naive I was

how aware I’ve become

I’ll dabble in the stock market

and own matching china.

 

I’ll worry that my lover

is spending too much time

with his wife

I’ll wait for movies to come on tv

books to come out in paperback

I’ll find time for bridge.

 

One of these gray days

I’ll feel silly in bare feet

never go without makeup

and pass on dessert

I’ll buy clothes with important labels

at important little shops

where they’ll call me by name

I’ll no longer want children.

 

I’ll begin to acquire a taste for martinis

which I’ll serve at intimate gatherings

I’ll worry about laugh line

and know of a good surgeon.

 

I’ll insist on ten hours sleep a night

and begin to dislike chocolate

I won’t own jeans

I’ll see several men casually

who’ll know when not to call

what subjects not to mention

I’ll invest wisely.

 

I won’t find pratfalls funny anymore

just dangerous

I’ll think fiction is a waste of time

and worry about the wax from burning candles.

One of these gray days

I’ll find a tear on my cheek

I don’t remember shedding.

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