Once I got to a certain age
Young people started calling me Sir
Well, at least we haven’t gotten to Old Timer yet
But still, it kinda makes me feel abused somehow

Respect has something to be said for it
It makes complex societies run more smoothly
But when I think of village elders and the such
Those folks are a lot, lot older than me

And now, oh sharpest tooth, a new question
You’re old and wise, surely you can tell me what love is
And they really expect an answer then and there
They just will not believe me when I say I do not know

But you’ve been married more than forty years
You could not have survived that long without love
I think that is probably a reasonable conclusion
But we could not have survived either without commitment

And we just respected each others needs and interests
And worries, and concerns, and hurts, and other things
But mostly we just did not want to hurt our partner
So what, of all those things, defines the love we had