When our hairs turn to gray
This is what I want to say
We can sit by the front yard
Everyday we can laugh hard
When our hairs turn to gray
We can watch the whole day
Our grandchildren giggle nonstop
As they jump, skip and hop
When our hairs turn to gray
With our glasses by our nose
We can still sing our song
That we used to sing along
When our hairs turn to gray
We can still hold our hands
Watch the rising and setting sun
Husband, isn't it fun?
Graying hairs, wrinkling skin
It's alright this we mean
We will stay in love and true
How we do it, there's no clue
We will age gracefully
We will live joyfully
We will make them envious
With our love we live most.
naida supnet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-hairs/
