Fret Not Poem by Chris Embrick

Fret not the coming of old age
the fairest rose in time will fade
the beauty you see daily passing
in my heart is everlasting
think not that someday I'll part
when silver hair days are nearer
let my heart be the mirror
through my love you'll see clearer
that to my heart you're all the dearer
I've kept the beauty in my heart
fret not the coming of old age
the fairest rose in time will fade
the beauty you see daily passing
in my heart is everlasting.