To my old man

I can’t wait to be old with you.
But not in an age sort of way. 
In an, at the end of the day you read the newspaper while I knit, sort of way. 
We’ll play a record and have a glass of bourbon
And you’ll tell me about politics and I’ll try my best to listen.
I’ll make you try on a new hat and you’ll pretend to know what a circular needle is. 
And it’ll be just right.
Ever yours,
Your old lady
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