Old Old Love Poem by Stanley Coffin

Old old love, no more new young love,
There ain't going to be no nursery no flowers nor no gifts to mark every anniversary,
Just me at the end of the day saying love throw a beer my way,
If you truly loved me you'd agree this is how we are going to be,
This is old love where we're together because we want to be and not cause we are each other's trophy,
A little overweight wrinkles grey hair of these things we do not care, Sitting on a porch laughing drinking that's what we do,
No more discoing out late till two,
Together we will wander off into old age, merrily we will go the world our stage,
Nothing to prove no one to impress no more fashion shows casually we will dress,
Happiness contentment our only goals everything else we could not care less.