Growing old together, our life has indeed got better.
As our bodies steadily decline, get sensitive to the weather.
We find our ways to appreciate the world in which we live,
we try to do some good things, together we try to give.

Our children look as happy, as we can hope they might be.
Our grandchildren delight, us with growth and learning daily.
Our homes are all comfortable, if certainly nothing flash.
We make some time for entertainment and culture, when we have the cash.

Our love is as joyful as ever it was, I hope you will agree,
we take each day on its merits as I grow old with thee.
With hugs to start each day and then to say good night,
there’s something still going on between us, certainly something right.

I still pinch myself when we’re together, to make sure I’m not dreaming.
I don’t wake up because it’s real, no fantasy of dreams and seeming.
We look forward to time together, look after each other, give each other time and space.
A recipe for enduring success, not one you can replace. 

Your kisses still sweet, your touch still electric, there’s still more for us to look forward too.
For our remaining time, while I’m still yours and you’re still mine, everything is fine.