We are not young anymore Only in our thirties But very much aware Counting more grey hairs I remember the first one It was even cute and lonely And now they are grim reapers, reminders Wrinkles and darkenings and pains Bones creaking like old pines in the wind This is the start of the dance The music has been playing and is half done We danced until dawn but the noon day gives us cancer At least we have Her to carry us on