A withered hand, a soggy bum,
And wiry hairs out the nose.
A nasal whistle, a hearing-aid hum,
And blackened diabetic toes.
Crevices etched deep in the face,
And muscles that withered away.
Little brown spots all over the place,
And teeth hurting with decay.
Your looks left years ago,
Mine went ten times quicker.
We’re both old; it’s so,
As our waistlines have gotten thicker.
Yet my love for you continues to grow,
Despite us growing old.
You'll always be my one true beau.
Our love is greater than gold.
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Greater than Gold
by Stephanie Daich
