A shocking stroke did appear,
In the prime of love, sad face she wears.
An old life left in a new wheel chair,
a young woman trapped in an old man’s world.
You chose for love and reaped the consequence,
a life of longing, sadness and despair.
Though love is real and loyal you want to be,
trapped in a body of needs longing to be free.
Long days, long nights, weakness steadily grows,
Your heart is breaking as he withers away.
So many years at his beck and call,
Loyalty told the story, you know you did it all.
Now the hand of death writes the final chapter,
your honour well bestowed, as you so deserve.
Feel no guilt, your soul only belongs to you,
Move forward, live, love, be loved true and true.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.17/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The disparity will not show when he is still able but it will surely show as he grows older. But moving on when it's over is the answer. Thanks for a lovely read Melvina