When we have burned our
Wicks to the end,
And we know more of
Early mornings than late nights.
When night clubs have turned
To four o’clock buffets.
And wrinkles grace our brows
As we fade to gray.
Then this love will burn still,
Brighter, day by day.
Age proves the strength to
Hold oceans of faith.
As our bodies decay,
Our eyes become
More vibrant
Year by year, day by day.