Dahling! when we grow old,
The mirror will frown and tease,
Doc will prescribe our bank account to his.
When we grow old,
Let me tell you this,
I won’t call you – darling !
And you won’t call me sweetheart
Dahling! when we grow old,
The mirror will frown and tease,
Doc will prescribe our bank account to his.
When we grow old,
Let me tell you this,
I won’t call you – darling !
And you won’t call me sweetheart
arjun bagga 
Hey Arjun -Love your work,your Bio was not expected,good for you.Look forward to seeing more of your posts
Hey Bri, a few words of appreciation is more than a poet can ask for.
love the tic here. Fine writing!
18 years of marriage, and I am still her baby, she is still my honey. Still, i like this
Oh, that’s a sad thought; I hope you will be pleasantly surprised when the time comes.
working hard towards that. Made a couple of doc friends, ardently “following” them too 🙂
on a serious note, i figured my life will always be a happy one with kids around. So, the harmony will last, i hope.
Ahhhhhhhh. Now that i’m on the other side of 50. You’ve not given my any hope. Thanks for dropping by.
You seem to have got everything “figured” right. I see that.
awww, but if both are old surely the ‘eye’ sees the inner beauty… or am I naïve?