One dashing old man And his lovely old wife Sat holding hands like they did For most of their lives
He cherished her so On the day they were wed He knew he always would Even on his death bed
They sit on a bench As other people walk by Their years of commitment Shine in other peoples eyes
What happened to this thing From back in the past The loves of today Won't try to make things last
Written by: S. Matheson 4/19/2002 |