Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Will You Love Me When I'm Old?

First Love
Norman Rockwell

I would ask of you , my darling,
A question soft and low,
That gives me many a heartache
As the moments come and go.

Your love I know is truthful,
But the truest love grows cold;
Is it this that I would ask you:
Will you love me when I'm old?

Life's morn will soon be waning,
And its evening bells be tolled,
But my heart shall know no sadness,
If you'll love me when I'm old.

 New Year's Eve
Norman Rockwell

Down the stream of life together
We are sailing side by side,
Hoping some bright day to anchor
Safe beyond the surging tide.

Today our sky is cloudless,
But the night may clouds unfold;
But, though storms may gather round us,
Will you love me when I'm old?

When my hair shall shade the snowdrift,
And mine eyes shall dimmer grow,
I would lean upon some loved one,
Through the valley as I go.

I would claim of you a promise,
Worth to me a world of gold;
It is only this, my darling,
That you'll love me when I'm old.


April Fools
Norman Rockwell

I think I might have posted Norman Rockwell's
Saturday Evening Post cover of these quaint
 "April Fools" before on this blog, but,
 I just love this whimsical painting of an elderly couple
clearly still in love and devoted to each other,
although I have always wondered what the wife might
be thinking while holding that
 big, adjustable wrench in her hand!
Is she mad because she thinks her husband is cheating
at checkers?  Or is she just worried about fixing a
leaky pipe under the kitchen sink?

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