I saw our specs sitting side by side
On the bannister of the stairs
And I smiled,
Thinking of growing old with you.
What a priceless gift to share our lives,
The highs and lows,
The laughter and the tears.
When I’m a little old lady,
And you’re a little old man,
We will hold hands,
Looking at each other with crinkled eyes,
Completing each other’s sentences,
Comfortable as an old pair of Ked’s,
Our hearts filled with laughter
From tales of our adventures,
Still young with the magic of our love,
You and me.
The View from Here 