I will admit that I am old,
My actions are no longer bold.
The fires I had, I do remember,
Now they're only glowing embers.
I still know how to hold her hand
And caress her cheek like any man.
I'd share with her, that morning cup
As Folger's says 'bout getting up.
I still know how to give a hug
And cuddle up so nice and snug.
To feel my heart go wild and pound
Just to know that she's around.
And the times our two lips meet
I'd feel sensations - head to feet.
I'm not so old I can't recall
The thrill of being at a ball,
Bodies close and arms entwined
We'd shuffle on, no cares in mind.
"So what",we'd say,"we're having fun",
What we'd share's like being young.
More important than all above-
We're not too old to be in love.