You Did Not Fail Poem by David McLansky

You did not fail
Great love of mine
As I grow frail
As I decline

Don’t blame yourself
That I grow weak
Your treasured love
Defined my peak.

As I stumble
And confuse my steps
As I fumble
Speech less adept

The fault is mine
That I’ve grown weary
Oh love sublime
Your eyes are teary;

You could not halt
My disarray
It’s not your fault
That I decay

Your love has been
An anodyne
That gently stemmed
My sharp decline.

Oh do not weep,
You did not fail
That I grow weak,
My health so frail.

I’m filled with wonder
That I was so blessed
Your eyes to ponder
As I was laid to rest