This is not from me, but it’s something that I found and related to. I thought that you would appreciate as much, even relate to.
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 not a sin,
it’s something we all do.
I hope you’ll always understand—
I’ll still be loving you.
Author: C. David Hay
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Awww, this is beautiful! I love the message, thanks for sharing
It's not mine, but I loved it when I read it. It's so true.
Glad you liked it as much as I did.