Grow Old With Me
As I walk the unstable plank to
GROW OLD WITH ME I in-vision
the beauty it once held
It's vibrant color is worn
much as our life is
The name GROW OLD WITH ME
with its color of red passion has
faded barely readable like our love
The deck beneath my feet is filled
with jagged edges as are our hearts
The once sturdy ropes that join the
sail no longer tightly interweave
nor do we
The anchor no longer has a strong hold
it's lost beneath the murky sea
like we
Disappeared is the warmth the galley once held
now its filled with a cold winters chill
GROW OLD WITH ME is worn so am I
can we bring back the love
that has been left behind
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