sometimes i wish
God will give me old age
where i can
be another grandfather beside
a grandmother
and around us our
grandchildren

all noisy and naughty and
filling the old house with joy

there will be no blackout
and food will be served upon a call
of a small child
even with a small cry
the maid will be ready


it is only a wish
and will never be possible

we don't even have a child yet.
and we are already old and weary of waiting
what God once
promised which we perhaps did not hear
clearly
because we were then busy
loving our careers.

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loving-our-careers/