Will you love me when I am old
And protect me from the cold
I will cherish our time like gold
Obey you as I am told
Grey and dourly, I will become
But in your eyes I remain ever young
Beautiful as the day you sang your song
And won my heart wth your tuneful tongue
Death is what will set us apart
After living life as the die is cast
Praying hopefully that when our spirits depart
We shall meet up in Heaven as an integral part
MARYANN BOSAH 