by Deni Gautheir

An old man, feeling the weight of his years. He's made it though so much. And there's a love that happens when you spend a lifetime with someone. This kind of love doesn't happen any other way... 


I’ve lived here, sixty years or more

Pretty sure I’ll end here

I’ve lived through, a coupe of world wars

Just made it though, so I could see you again

You still make me want to dance

You still make me so mad

And I still love you with with all your clothes off

What other guy has ever loved you like that?


Remember when you held my hand,

because I couldn’t walk?

Remember when you would say my words

when I wouldn't talk?