My wife and I are gettin’ old, A story that was long foretold. We’ve loved each other through the years, Through all the laughter… all the tears. Gettin’ old brings a little pain, Achin’ joints in the cold and rain. But joy still rises in our tree, And grandkids spark our hilarity. When we were young, we played outside; Now screens pull children in to hide. We felt lucky just to have one phone— Now calls come through plastic and chrome. I’m glad we were born when we were, A time of magic, as it were. A world of circuits, cars, and glory… And it ain’t hard to tell our story. We’ve lived through wonders, you and I, Watched decades pass, watched seasons fly. And every year still tells me true The greatest magic was loving you. (always loving you)
