Will you love me when I’m old and gray
and can barely hear a word you say.

Will you love me when my face begins to fall
and I’m no longer standing straight and tall.

Will you love me when my words are no longer clear,
and I slur almost every word you hear.

Will you love me when I ask you your name,
but depend on you just the same.

Will You? ? ? ?


(April 14,2007)

Melvina Germain

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