It doesn’t matter that your hair’s turned grey;
Meeting up with you still brightens my day.
You may have more lines upon your face,
But you still make my world a better place.
Your walking pace may be slightly slower,
But my opinion of you has grown no lower.
You may now be considered to be an OAP,
But things haven’t changed between you and me.
You’ve experience and wisdom under your belt.
Each time that we meet, you make my heart melt.
You are still someone who I really admire:
My opinion of you could not be much higher.
Life moves on, and each of us grows older,
But the temperature between us grows no colder.
You may be heading for your twilight years,
But you are still someone who I love having near.
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