It's Thursday so they go for tea
Their favourite cafe in the town
They choose a table at the back
take off their coats and sit right down
The waitress brings their usual drinks
Two slices of their usual cake
They sit and eat and drink their tea
No word of conversation make
And when the tea and cake is gone
their usual sixty minutes spent.
They rise and put their coats back on
and leave, apparently content
I see them and I think somehow
that I would want a little more
from life than this weekly routine
of going where you've gone before
But going where they've gone before
brings them enjoyment in the gloom
as everything in life slows down
while waiting in God's waiting room
And all they need is what they've got
Their lives a living museum
to all they've had and all they've done
as they stroll to Elysium.