Mar 7, 2010

I’ll Still Be Loving You

When you hair has turned to winter
and your teeth are in a plate,
when your getter up and go
has gone to stop and wait—
I’ll still be loving you.

When your attributes have shifted
beyond the bounds of grace,
I’ll count your many blessings,
not the wrinkles in your face—
I’ll still be loving you.

When the crackle in your voice
matches that within your knee
and the times are getting frequent
that you don’t remember me—
I’ll still be loving you.

Growing old is not a sin,
it’s something we all do.
I hope you’ll always understand—I’ll still be loving you.

C. David Hay