It's okay I'm growing old
I am still doing fine
I can still have fun
Even if my dentures don't quite align.
I am still doing fine
I still love to play
Even if my dentures don't quite align
I welcome each new day.
I still love to play
Wrinkled hands don't matter much
I welcome each new day
I still have a loving touch.
Wrinkled hands don't matter much
My hands are warm to hold
I still have a loving touch
It’s okay I'm growing old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is sweet, Connie. And of course it's true.