When We Age

Sitting under the glow of the moon lit night,
You hold me dear you hold me tight.
As we talk about our future plan,
Building our dreams in the sand’
I lay my head upon your shoulder,
And we talk about when we grow older.

And you ask me” would I always be true to you,
And stand by you no matter what it is you do.
Help when your memory becomes useless,
Will I accept your grumpiness and baldness
And always have food for you on which to feed,
And always be there for your manly need.

Yes I reply” As long as we are together in sickness and health,
And when you die leave me your wealth.
That you still be with me when my teeth decay,
And my hair turns mouldy grey.
Love me when I look like a prune and old,
And page thru my wrinkles to find my centre fold.