When your 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
something we all do
I hope you’ll always understand—
I’ll still be loving you.
Writer: C. David Hay
Artist: Bettina Baldassari
Roksana Tales 
awww, luv this David guy. I believe old folks need each other cuz that’s all they have left – one another. Younguns r busy w their own lives — work nd families…so should society expect much from them?? — I used to help my neighbor with his wife when he was at his wits end and her dementia would be impossible for him to deal with. I’d rescue him and take her for a ride. But then she didnt want to come home. We had so much fun singing and swaying to the radio but she didnt want it to end. lol 🙂 — I can see why young ppl would get frustrated.
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That’s a sweet share! 💞
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