Marion Perrotta
The Day That I Grow Old
If I should need direction
on the path that I will walk
If I should aimlessly wander
off the subject when I talk;
Secure me and assure me
that all is well and stable
For to carry on without your love,
I know I’d be unable
Be my eyes and guide my steps
when time does take its toll
No fear, no shame and no regrets
the day that I grow old.
I’ll look to you to feed my hunger
and for me you will speak
Reminding me
when we were younger…
…before my memory became oblique
In your eyes I’ll seek consent,
approval and permission;
to talk about the years that went,
with no trace of contrition.
Thanks to you I’ll never be
among the lost and lonely;
With you by my side
to love and to guide
and be my one and only.