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Growing Old

Will you dance with me.
Not now.
But when I’m old and when my rhythm has gone.

Will you still look at me.
The way you do when I’m next to you.

Will you smile at me.
Make me laugh.
The way you just know how.

Will you walk with me.
Not now.
But when I’m old and tired.

Will you be there?

Because I would love to grow old with you.

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Author: Conrad

Nothing quite like good company and a great whine - I prefer red. Head of Creative at Afrihost. Writing is like therapy, so welcome to a slice of my mind.

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