When I Grow Old Poem by Pass Wanwin

When I Grow Old



When I grow old
When I get ugly
Would you be there
When I can't lift my body

But when you're old
Don't have to worry
Cause I'll be there
And you'll still be pretty

Thursday, December 4, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: old
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