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Sep 2013
Every year, I age,
another wrinkle on my face.
I'm getting older,
and time ain't gettin' slower.

My hands tremble and shake,
my back almost always aches.
I know I ain't gettin' any younger,
but my love is always gettin' stronger,
for you.

And when I lie in bed,
and rest my weary head,
I thank God I'm next to you,
but now it's time to thank you for what you do.

For being my wife,
for being my lover.
For giving me a life,
like no other.

For being there,
for always caring.
For showing me a love,
that's never ending.

But now I grow old,
and soon I will die,
and when they day comes,
do not cry.

Just remember,
how great my life was,
and all because of you,
all because of your love.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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