That these two may one day meet
Where there’s a shore, and the air is salty,
I found the thought of it to be sweet.
There is also a bet in the nostalgy,
That we’d take in any currency.
Either way there’s a prize : time kept,
Sometimes progeny ; and when we wait,
It matters less and less, and we lose the bet
By a life and a bit for not taking it.

Image credit : The Royal Tennenbaum – Wes Anderson