Fifty is the watershed - before that, when a waitress calls you, Hon, it means one thing, after fifty, something entirely different
It is you, not I, who have been carried from before you were born.
Indeed, when you were still in the womb, I was taking care of you.
And when you are old, I will still be there, carrying you.
When your limbs grow tired, your eyes are weak,
And your hair a silvery gray, I will carry you as I always have.
I will carry you and save you
Thank you, friend John, for reminding me of those precious promises... :D