Will you be there
in the cottage
we built to retire
in our old age?
Will you be there
to light the cigarette
when my hands
are too frail?
Will you be there
to argue over
petty details?
Will you be there
when no one else
will be?
Will you be there
wearing this smile
telling this is
a part of life?
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