You may not know it honey,
But I say your name each night.
I ask GOD to guard you,
As I turn out the light.

We've both grown old together,
These are the "Golden Years"
But they forgot to mention,
All the pain, and aches and fears.

Life now becomes a struggle,
As we rise to face each day.
There are so many things to do,
So much I want to say.

But if it ends tomorrow,
I want you now to know.
I still love my Mary,
And I hope she loves her Joe.

© Joe Pielmeier Sr. 23 January 2002

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