On Getting Old
Now that I act like a lazy mule
And love to dream about the past
And know the future will not last
You treat me as if I were a jewel
You’re the only one who sees no gray
Loves the sound of my deeper voice
Reminds me of her most prudent choice
As the years slowly and surely wither away
I worship time together as you gracefully age
For I am happy to grow old but better with you
And though we’ll have worries, there will be few
Because we know exactly when to turn the page
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