Will you still love me tomorrow,
when my body bears the scars
of the years gone by?
When my hair,
greyer by the day,
falls from my head,
like autumn leaves from a tree?
Will you still love my pale wrinkled skin
or my dark haunted eyes
from the pain and grief
of so many loved ones,
lost?
Will you still kiss those dry, red lips
like you did but a moment ago?
Will you still love me,
Tomorrow?