Will you love me when I'm old and gray?
when my hairline is receding?
will you flee or will you stay,
when Viagra I'll be needing?
When you love me when my teeth fall out?
when my skin starts sagging?
when comes the day, I cannot shout,
when my motivation's lagging?
When my hearing long is gone,
when my vision needs repair;
when the weight keeps piling on,
will you be around to care?
Will you love me when my joints all ache?
when the bloom of youth has past?
do you have the will of what it takes,
to make such moments last?
Will you be there when the roof caves in?
when things don't seem so bright?
with no regrets for where we've been?
then we will make it, through the night.
Poignant questions that we hope will be answered with a resounding YES. True love is not concerned with our physical decay. Love does not criticize or condemn the inevitable decline brought on by the years, and certainly cannot abandon the worn-out shells and ignore the loving spirit dwelling within. This is a touching poem, Dave, voicing the concerns of so many of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable, humorous, read, Dave. Reminded me of the song 'When I'm sixty four' by the Beatles.