'If I Can'T Remember' Poem by Linda Winchell

If I can't remember who you are
Or where I placed my teeth.
Will you still come and kiss my lips?
Or just place one on my wrinkled cheek?

If I do a mess in my pants
Will you say I still smell sweet?
Or just stand out in the hall and wave at me?
Or throw me kisses from the other side of the street?

If my hair begins to thin
Where you can only see my scalp!
Will it ruin your idea of what's sexy?
And maybe start to love some body else?

Well I guess we'll have to wait and see
When we both become old and grey.
And if it's not me your lovin anymore
What more then honey can I say?