In our golden years we shall sing aloud,
spiting aches and pains we will have no fears,
we will carry on crying happy tears;
in our own world we will float on a cloud.

In our golden years we will show them all,
we will showcase romance on new frontiers,
crooning away like two old balladeers;
though silvered with age I will yet enthrall.

In our golden years our love will not wane,
we will venture on like wild cavaliers
till the sun goes down and the moon appears;
dancing away we will ignore the pain.

And if the light in my eyes disappears,
I’ll still whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

 

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