As autumn leaves begin to fall for my eighty-first season,
the cold wind sweeps the years of yesterday from my waning memory.
The faces and names that I once knew well, are now only vague
images from yesterday, pray tell.
The bright lights of Paris, the sweet taste of Rose’ wine at a small
sidewalk café, the lapping waves on the rocky beaches
of Nice. Even the sounds and smells of long, lost Saigon…
it’s forever gone, you know.
Yes, time is a theft and tomorrow is promised to no one;
So my advice, live everyday like it’s your last one.
Cry not for me, for you see…
I’ve climbed the mountain, crossed the ocean and met my enemies head on!
I’ve had my ups and downs and that’s what made my world go around.
Love has been mine… more valuable than gold anytime.
Life as a whole has been kind to me.
So with that said and done:
“I wish each of you: La Vie en Rose!”
