I will love you, again tomorrow
And not think, about the sorrow,
That life has, brought to you.
We will do what we need to do.

I've started a brand new therapy,
That is to drink most comfortably.
A glass of wine or two, may be
The treatment that works for me.
I prefer a Red, but White can be
A choice that I make openly.
Fourteen Hands, Hot To Trot, is you see,
What I prefer to support my sanity.

May the brightness of the moons, evening ride,
Find your life free of worry and eyes open wide.
For you are due the love from others, even more,
No matter what life's choices, lie before.

No one likes the uncertainty,
Of aging, sometimes not gracefully.
As we age, I must confess
Emotions can become a real mess.
What to do when this happens to you?
Persevere, keep going. That's what we do.