by W. C. Guthrie, April 5, 1944

Anzio Beachead, Italy

Will you love me when I'm Old?

And my hair has turned to grey,

And my joints are slow and creaking

And my manhoods past away?

When my pep and passions left me

And I'm just a shrunken frame

Creeping, moaning, grouching, groaning

Will you love me just the same?

When my rheumatism gets me

and my second childhood's here

And I drink my rot-gut freely

With my bare feet on a chair

If, with patience you can stand it

And a love for me retain

When you've grown so fat and sloppy

As a Queen to me you'll reign.