For all his faults
Although he’s old and grey and bent.
He cannot do what he used to.
He is my man I am content
But he forgets and still tries to.
He acts as if he’s thirty two.
He won’t admit to being old
convinced he has no reason to
He’s stubborn and he won’t be told
That he has nothing left to prove.
He’s still the only man for me
I have no doubts about his love
Because he proves it constantly.
I know he’s old and bent and gray.
He’s still the man I love today.
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