Growing old
it is inevitable.
Our skin gets wrinkled
bodies become weak and weary
teeth shatters.
Hands will be shaky
eyes goes blurry
walking will be hard.

The only good about getting old is
if you and me will be together.

I will not care how your skin will look like.
I will help you get up, sit with me, sleep with me.
We will smile and laugh at each others shattered teeth.
I will hold your shaky hands and we will shake together.
I will tell you what i see with my blurry eyes.
I know and i will always remember how your face looks like.
And if we can't even walk lets sit and watch the radiant sunset
go down.
Our love will always be young.