Will you love me when I'm old and gray?
when my hairline is receding?
will you flee or will you stay,
when Viagra I'll be needing?
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Poignant questions that we hope will be answered with a resounding YES. True love is not concerned with our physical decay. Love does not criticize or condemn the inevitable decline brought on by the years, and certainly cannot abandon the worn-out shells and ignore the loving spirit dwelling within. This is a touching poem, Dave, voicing the concerns of so many of us.
An enjoyable, humorous, read, Dave. Reminded me of the song 'When I'm sixty four' by the Beatles.