My Man

My Man

He might have grown old
His eyes no longer sparkling
His face pale from the cold
Yet still he smiles while holding-
On to my tired hand

He might not be as strong
His features no longer twenty
His shoulders not as bold or strong
Yet still he hugs me plenty

He might no longer be as handsome
His face full of wrinkles and spots
His teeth yellow falling from his gum
Yet still he says he loves me lots

No matter how ugly I grow

No matter how little I show

No matter where I fall

No matter,
he'll always be my wall

For he is always there-
Holding on to my dear hand
Without a single shred of fear

Through bad times and good
Through laughs and cries
He always understood
He always tries

For he is always there-
Holding on to my dear hand
Without regret,
over the life that we share

He might not be twenty
His eyes no longer sparkling
But I know that when hes with me
He will always be my Man

© 2006 Roaku Sethore

** there were different ending lines.
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