Growing Old Together

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For my husband….

Staring out the window
Remembering your youth
With no where left to go
A wheelchair now your truth

You think of how you ran
How tall you used to stand
Of how you met your man
And dancing to the band

Not fearing growing old
How strong you used to be
Your face in life was bold
Your body once was free

Now bound into this chair
Thankful for memories
He’s beside you everywhere
Kept as in reverie

You are my dearest friend
Until death do us part
Staying near till the end
You, my love, are my heart

Thank you for loving me
And letting me love you
Our love was meant to be
Until our time is through

I love you with all that I am, now and always.

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Author: Wayne Boyd

Wayne Edward Boyd was born in Morristown, New Jersey in 1953. He is a published author, former ISKCON sannyasi, and traveler, having lived on 3 continents and visited 37 countries. He presently lives in Amarillo, Texas working as a correctional officer and has interests in photography, political science and astronomy.

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