Poetry By Gloria                                                         

Grow old with me



Come take my hand and grow old with me.
 We can watch God's creations like the sky and the sea.
We'll walk together through life come what may
Then we'll walk the golden streets of heaven someday.

So come take my hand and grow old with me
We can make life what we want it to be.
We can move mountains together as two,
If you just take my hand and say I do.

Come take my hand and grow old with me,
I know it's the way God meant it to be.
He created this world and then he made man,
Then he created woman beside him to stand.

 

 to my husband
and best friend
timothy Collins

by Gloria Collins  
  3/23/2004 

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