Growing Old Poem by jovelleclarisse gecolea

Growing Old



I CANNOT PROMISE YOU
A LIFE OF SUNSHINE
I CANNOT PROMISE RICHES
WEALTH, OR GOLD
I CANNOT PROMISE YOU
AN EASY PATHWAY
THAT LEADS AWAY FROM CHANGE
OR GROWING OLD.
BUT I CAN PROMISE ALL
MY HEART DEVOTION;
A SMILE TO CHASE AWAY
YOUR TEARS OF SORROW;
A LOVE THAT EVER TRUE
AND EVER GROWING;
A HAND TO HOLD IN YOURS
THROUGH EACH TOMORROW.

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