marching years wear

furrows in our faces,

pits and wan hollows

no denying the traces

 

our faces look like hell

wrinkles so eerily bold

yet our hearts are kids

that'll never grow old

 

your skin was like honey

hair smoother than silk

hands, soft and tender

shoulders white as milk

 

honey and silk no more,

hands crabbed and bent,

shoulders thin and bony

the legacy old age lent

 

but our hearts still spring

clean as stainless steel

pump love like yesterday

to age they'll never kneel

 

our faces look like hell

wrinkles so eerily bold

yet our hearts are kids

that'll never grow old