Michael J ORourke2
When You And I Turn Old And Gray - Poem by Michael J ORourke2
When you and I turn old and gray
With silver memories neatly tucked away
We'll smile at Mary's role that night
Hands clasping hands- with a touch just right
A joyous heart knows no disguise
To witness love in such trusting eyes
We'll always embrace the urge to pray
When you and I turn old and gray.
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