Where Has The years Gone
Who Really cares
June 30, 2009
By: Rose Marie Rideout


I think of you and all I see
Is this tall handsome figure,
Knowing he'll always belong to me.

A tinge of grey rest in his hair,
When did that show up,
It doesn’t matter, who really cares.

I look into your eyes and face
I still see that same handsome guy,
He still keeps my heart in a race.

Look at me, I have some grey,
A few extra pounds too, but still
Wanting me, you don’t walk away.

I was once fillled with many fears,
We have aged through time
But tell me dear who really cares.

We still have our romantic talks,
You still make me feel like a teenager,
As we still hold hands as we walk.

Tell me where has the years gone
And who really cares, as long
As we are together where we belong.