On Getting Old

Now that I act like a lazy mule And love to dream about the past And know the future will not last You treat me as if I were a jewel You’re the only one who sees no gray Loves the sound of my deeper voice Reminds me of her most prudent choice As the years slowly and surely wither away I worship time together as you gracefully age For I am happy to grow old but better with you And though we’ll have worries, there will be few Because we know exactly when to turn the page