My Love Will Never Grow Old

This morning as I hobbled up and down stairs and thought about how things in our lives change from year to year and sometimes day to day, I thought about my sweetheart and that tomorrow is Valentine’s day. It has been a while since I wrote a poem for her. I suppose there only so many ways to say I love you before you begin to repeat yourself. Today I was thinking about how in many ways we are each so different than what we were those many years ago when we were first married. Our bodies have experienced the changes brought about by age and it is certainly more difficult to get around than it once was. Some things we cannot control but some things remain the same and only grow sweeter with the passage of time. This poem is my reflections on some of those things and my love for my sweetheart and how though in some ways it has changed, in the best ways it has only grown deeper and more precious. I know through the eternities it will change but it will never grow old.

Gale L. Wolfenbarger

13 February 2018

My Love Will Never Grow Old

I looked in the mirror and what did I see?

A face full of wrinkles where my face should be.

I saw an old man with white thinning hair.

He was kind of familiar just standing there.

I thought of the days when he hiked hills with ease

Now he climbs basement stairs on wobbly knees.

I thought of my sweetheart and wondered if she

Knows this rickety old man is really just me.

I’m thankful that some things do not change with time,

Not our faith in our Lord or our love most sublime.

I’m thankful for you to have and to hold.

Though my eyes may grow dim, my love will never grow old.

Gale L. Wolfenbarger

13 February 2018

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