When my fingers are gnarled and curled,
And I am no longer a man of the world,
Will you still love me?
When my legs are weak and tired,
And I’ve lost my passion and desire,
Will you still love me?
When my face is wrinkled and sagging,
And when we walk, behind you I am lagging,
Will you still love me?
When my head gets shiny and bald,
When my walk turns from fast to a crawl,
Will you still love me?
When my thoughts I cannot recall,
And my speech turns from loud to a drawl,
Will you still love me?
"dedicated to my wife Dee.
We will be married 35 years on Sept. 18th, 2006,"
and my love for her will never change......
Bobemakk@optonline.net
3/3/06 ©2006
