John Barber - Time

Fear not my love what time can do
Though silver dims the gold
of your soft hair. Believe that you
can change, but not grow old.

Though since we married, sixty years
have almost flown away
As bright your beauty still appears
as on our wedding day.

We will not weep that spring be past
And autumn shadows fall
These years shall be, although the last
The lovliest of all.

John Barber

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