WHEN YOU ARE OLD AND GREY
Since I still appreciate you, lets find love while we may
because I know I'll hate you when you are old and grey.
So say you love me here and now, I'll make the most of that.
Say you love and trust me for I know you'll disgust me
when you are old and getting fat!
An awful debility, a lessened utility, a loss of mobility
is a strong possibility.
In all probability I'll lost my virility and you your fertility
and desirability,
And this liability of total sterility will lead to hostility and
a sense of futility.
So lets act with agility while we still have facility,
For we'll soon reach senility and lose the ability!
Your teeth will start to go, Dear
your waist will start to spread.
In twenty years or so Dear, I'll wish you were dead!
I'll never love you then at all the ways I do today
So please remember when I leave in December
I told you so in May!
The man himself - Chris Saklatvala
Lynn Wong:
A portable nagging machine she
high quality, heavy duty but indubitably a beauty.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
What's one of they? you say
Beneath Malaysia's burning skies
Season's change you don't realise
But in thy Ascot flaunting hat
Thou are more temperate than any summer's day
and thy eternal summer shall not fade
nor lose possession of that fair thou on'st
Nor shall death brag thou wonderest in his shade
when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men has breath or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
How do we admire thee?
Let me count the ways.
Helen's face once launched a thousand ships.
Yet you launch ships, boats and trucks
throughout the weeks and days.
We praise thee to the depth and breath and height.
Thou are gracious, wise, compassionate
humorous and firm where necessary.
Thy fingers on the pulse though thou be out of sight.
For the ends of being and ideal grace
Could it be Nefertiti's face?
Or maybe we call to mind the gods of old
specifically the muses.
For surely we find when we consider thy works
and other things.
The goddess of inspiring springs, the representative of poetry, arts, science and source of inspiration
Surely a worthy comparison.
Some talk of Alexander
And some of Hercules of Hector and Lysander
And such great names as these
But of all the world's great heroes
there's no beauty to compare
to that of Lynn, a beauty rare.
Though on red satin sheets thou would sleep
Your loveliness doth make us weep
With tears of joy from knowing you
Thy friendship our spirit doth renew
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