Come alone, Let's grow old slowly, Like fine wine and old lace,
When we get over that old hill, not a wrinkle on our face.
Come alone, go with me, it's not so very far from here,
We'll be laughing all the way, well, for at least another year.

Getting old might be fun, Tossing away all those old cares,
Come alone, let's age slowly, who knows, we may have many years.
You're only as old as you think, and I feel mighty good,
So let's you and I age slowly, as we always said we would.

Some might think we're pretty young, as a strutting we will go,
But if old poems, and antiques, pass the test, we will too, I know;
Come, go with me, we're not so old, just look at that big old star,
It's graceful, light has shone forever, and we've only come thus far.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
October 13, 1999
Dedicated to my Bill

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