Aging Love
He lies on the bed sleeping, I can tell.
He hasn't been right since the day he fell
He's 84 now, he's had a good life.
Since I turned 16, I've been his wife.
Soon, I know I will face the worst.
I always thought I would go first.
He talks often now of the Pearly gates.
In heaven he says, my Mother waits.
My spirit will leave you but my memory will stay.
Honey, I know, you will find your own way.
He lies in bed, a smile on his face.
It is lonely here now...he has left this place.
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