I'm asking a bothersome question, my darling, <br />A direct question I can not hold, <br />That arouses some anguish in my mind, <br />As the perils of life come and go. <br /> <br />Your love I know is still genuine, <br />As years go by, love can grow cold, <br />It is this that my boggled mind questions, <br />Will you love me when I'm decrepit and old? <br /> <br />Our time on earth will soon be short-lived, <br />And the church bells in the valley will be tolled, <br />But my heart shall know no unhappiness, <br />If you'll love me when I'm decrepit and old. <br /> <br />Down the highway of life together <br />We walked and lived side by side, <br />Hoping some bright day to fulfill our dreams, <br />Living in the countryside vast and wide. <br /> <br />When my hair becomes white and my body lame, <br />And my eye sight shall dimmer grow, <br />I would have to lean upon someone like you, <br />Through the lack - luster period of growing old. <br /> <br />I would ask of you a sincere promise, <br />Worth to me more than a hundred fold, <br />It is only this simple request, my darling, <br />That you will love me when I'm decrepit and old.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-me-when-i-m-decrepit-and-old/
