What Will You Be Like When You're Eighty-Two (Shakespearean Sonnet)
What will you be like when you're eighty-two
Will I be alive or six feet under
Will you still believe that our love is true
And what if our love were torn asunder
Would we be able to bear such a thing
I do not feel I could live without you
I believe I would rather feel death's sting
My love do you feel the same as I do
And what if our love were to have faded
For destiny has been known to be cruel
And many a love has become jaded
Oh why do I feel like I am a fool
You may not remember me at that age
Just like in a book you'll have turned the page
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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