But I May Be One Who Does

Ah, When To The Heart Of Man Was It Ever Less Than A Treason To Go With The Drift Of Things, To Yield With A Grace To Reason, And Bow And Accept The End Of A Love Or A Season?

Come Grow Old With Me, For The Best Is Yet To Come!

And Nothing To Look Backward To With Pride, And Nothing To Look Forward To With Hope.

Some Say The World Will End In Fire, Some Say In Ice. From What I've Tasted Of Desire, I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire. But If It Had To Perish Twice I Think I Know Enough Of Hate To Say That For Destruction Ice Is Also Great And Would Suffice.

Not To Sink Under Being Man And Wife, But Get Some Color And Music Out Of Life?