93

93

One day I'll grow old,
And start loosing my hair
As fast as I'm loosing my head
Will you still be around
To be my silly clown
give me valentine cards
or wrap me in those frail arms
Will you still want me
Will you still love me
When I'm 93?

We can sit around and argue
About who looks worse than who
And our afternoon quickie
Would be waking up for tea
Will you still want me
Will you still love me
When I'm 93?

You can have grandkids on your knee
I can feed you and you can need me
Next time you need help to the bathroom
And you can wash me and I'll dry you
Will you still want me
Will you still love me
When I'm 93?

Cause I'll tell you right now
When wrinkles cover your brow
And in a wheelchair fading away
When I'm 93, I'll still be your babe.

Yours Sincerely,
Wasting Away