When I grow old and I am grey
With eyes that dimly see
Will you tarry or will you stay
Forever here with me
When I am weak and cannot walk
With muscles withered and worn
Will you stay, sit and talk
Though I’ll be sad and forlorn
When I am sad and feeling low
And really can’t go on
Will you see my end be slow?
Or will you just be strong
I will always be with you
Till the end of your life
I will be steadfast and true
I love you….you're my wife.
©Tony Channing 2008