Rocking chair creaks as years go by My mind contemplates the love at my side
After 80 years life lost all cheer Strolling the house, locking doors, pulling blinds Telling nurse goodnight
Unbeknownst our fearful state Until Monday they will wait
Wife of sixty years Cannot speak, agonizing fear I feed her tonight
Nodding head matching thoughts Grimace breaks stoic assault Turbulent malady fought
Holding hands, warm tender Laying down, cold December This will be forever
Prepped dosage far beyond Cold glass washes our last song 80 years to eternal love Would that be remembered wrong?