When I Grow Old

When with wrinkled brow I grow old and bags under my sunken eyes. When with wore-out body, tattered soul, with outdated coats and faded ties. When I am old with drat hoary hair. When my views seem to wonder wide When tomorrow is more a scare without yesterday's hurried stride. When days are only partly filled but with thoughts of my past, When memories, some which time was killed- form a world neither small nor vast. When looking ahead is a harder thing, than temptation to look back. When melancholy feelings freely ring of your love which I have never lacked. When I am old, faint, gaunt, and frail in all of body, spirit, and mind. When seemingly closer to Heaven or Hell with soon, my pilot's face to find. When then, I see a young couple’s fling, sweethearts, in a love like this, When love again ring my old heart to sing reminding me of our first kiss. .