The Magnolias

Mature Magnolias still long to bloom,
Never looking back to yesterday.
They stretch, they walk beneath the open sky,
And greet each bright new day.
Mondays and Thursdays are their special time,
Walking poles in hand, they laugh along.
Twists and steps, then on to coffee's call,
With waves that sing their song.
Koliba waits with tea and fragrant brew,
Coffee cups and smiling, friendly faces.
They stand in line while cheerful voices blend,
Then rest at cozy tables and warm places.
There they can talk as long as they desire,
Sharing stories, worries, joy and cheer.
How long this season lasts, no soul can know,
No fortune found in coffee grounds is clear.
So let us chase away our aches and grief,
The wind of time keeps gently drifting by.
And each of them, at her own peaceful pace,
Keeps blooming underneath life's changing sky.