Although my thinning hair is slowly falling
and I am in the autumn of my life
and know that winter days will soon be calling,
a thought that sometimes stabs me like a knife.
And when I see my skin no longer smooth,
the wrinkles on my brow, the lines around my eyes,
remembering the green spring days of my youth,
I chuckle as I listen to my sighs,
but then I think of you my lovely friend,
my lover, who, like me is getting older
and somehow, in my heart I’m young again,
and love the way your head feels on my shoulder.
You have a touch that makes me hard as lumber.
And once again, I feel the heat of summer.
