Who cares about their color?
They'd twinkle anyway .
Someday they'll both have places
In Heaven's bright array.
Who cares about her poundage?
She still looks very nice.
My arms still reach around her,
I think that will suffice.
Who cares about her cleavage,
Whatever size they are?
I'm sure they have their beauty.
I never got that far.
Who cares about her hairdoo?
She's going with the flow.
I doubt if she considers;
But that's not bad, you know.
Who cares how old she's getting?
She's still the same to me.
Sometimes I take for granted,
We both shall always be.
But care, I do, about her.
In life, above all things.
And cherish every moment
We share, from which it springs.
GREENWOLFE 1962
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harmony-i-who-cares/
