"Love and Aging"
And When I Grow Tired And Old,
Will You Be There To Hold Me
Inside The Heaven Of Your Embrace?
We are Getting Older Now My Child
Age Has Tinged Our Leaves and your beard
With Winter, And I look More Tired
Every Day.  Weather-Beaten We Are
Like Sea Driftwood Washed Up On Sand Dunes
And All I Can Think, in this moment, is
Is How Incredibly Much I Just Love You!