I always ponder,
about the coming years,
and our life ahead.
Would you still be the same,
like the way you used to be?
Would you still hold my hand,
when we cross the street?
Would you still touch my hair,
even when it becomes grey or it’s all gone?
Sometimes my heart fears,
that tomorrow you might forget,
the things we used to do,
for old age might take away,
and ruin your memory.
But I also have fears,
that it’s me who would forget,
everything we used to do,
Or I may not be able to carry out,
because of physical inability,
when arthritis strikes me,
Or Alzheimer takes away my memory.
When we grow old, I wish
that nothing would change
and only you and me, without end.
(06/05/2011, Manila)
Nice and lovely. As long as - A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOR EVER - John Keats, the eye of true love shall continue to see beauty forever. A nice piece of poetry, penned with insight from the heart. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imagery from start to end. An emotional and vicarious journey 30-40 years into future by two loving souls and seeking reaffirmation of a lasting bond. Great poem.