Grow old along with me...

I am sharing with you a nice poem from a good friend...

Grow old along with me.

The best is yet to be.
Though if I die today, I had no complain.
Our time together has been the best I have ever had,
But then, I look forward to more seasons of the same.

I met you at a time that had no reason and no rhyme,
When I felt caught and trapped as almost by design.
You were the softness and the light, a very beacon in the night,
and I loved you from when first your eyes met mine.

Years have now gone by and there still twinkles in my eye.
The fire I stoked and carried for you then.
You were barely twenty five, a fairy princess, so alive,
To all the joy and passion life could send.

Now our children nearly grown, all but one,
The nest have flown, leaving you and me alone to tend the fire
And the gray that is creeping there, into the tresses of your hair,
Takes nothing the beauty I admire.

When the potter turned the wheel, and made us all think and feel,
Of things that were so vital to our age,
The same that struck us in our youth, seem less important, less the truth,
As the years have passed along and turned the page.

The gray above and in my beard, brings home the things in youth I feared,
But the wisdom of a sort has now allayed,
For when we get so up in years, and take less council of our fears,
We cherish more of all the things that life has made.

So sitting in our rocking chair, with wrinkled skin and graying hair,
We recall the love and good times that have been
And I do not care the years that be for I still look at you and see,
the girl of twenty five I met back then.