Down the Road of Life

As I was slowly walking, down the road of life, I spied away in front of me a bent old man and his wife. Their steps were even slower, than I who walked behind, and they seemed to stop quite often, but no one seemed to mind. Now as I gradually gained on them, something seemed familiar to me, for that bent old man and lady, looked a lot like you and me. They seemed to be talking loudly, as I was catching up to them. some sort of argument went on, that seemed to have no end. And as I listen closely, my ears did strain to hear, just what that old man was saying, to his wife of many a year. It didn't take too long to hear, what was all the to do, for it was the same familiar words, that I had, had with you.