Your eyes have faded from blue to gray,

And your smile is outlined by creases,

But the love in your heart never goes away,

diminishes, or ceases.


Your hair is ever graying,

And I've become much balder,

But as long as we are still laying

Together we won't falter.


Time is no longer on our side,

So we should run away, my dear,

Before I get anymore wide

And you can no longer hear.


The cemetery calls my name.

I know he calls you too, my love.

We won't get our time for fame

If we end up above.


Take my hand and hold me close

Before arthritis hits you,

And eskimo-kiss my nose

Before our bodies turn blue.