Classic Poem

We used to talk of so many things,
Roses and summer and golden rings,
Music and dances and books and plays,
Venice and moonlight and future days.

Now our chief subjects are food and bills,
Genevieve's measles and Johnny's ills;
New shoes for Betty, a hat for Jane,
Taxes, insurance, the mail and rain!

We used to say that Romance would stay.
We'd walk together a magic way!
Though we don't talk as in days of yore,
Strange, is it not, that I love you more?

We used to talk of so many things,
Roses and summer and golden rings,
Music and dances and books and plays,
Venice and moonlight and future days.

Now our chief subjects are food and bills,
Genevieve's measles and Johnny's ills;
New shoes for Betty, a hat for Jane,
Taxes, insurance, the mail and rain!

We used to say that Romance would stay.
We'd walk together a magic way!
Though we don't talk as in days of yore,
Strange, is it not, that I love you more?