Will you want me?
When I become Old,
When the hair is grey
Will you move me?
When I walk slowly,
When the feet are dying down
Will you make me up?
When I wrinkle
Will you kiss me?
When my lips are thin
Will you hold?
When my cheeks are down
Will you feed me mellowed things?
When my teeth are less
Will you, as my love?
Sing me to sleep and take
The last breath in peace
And make me feel happy
As you send me to grave with your sonnet
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