To Grow Old With You
To grow old with you,
My divine wish.
To be with you when alzheimer and athritis set in.
To hold your hand when retirement comes and our bundles of joy have long left the nest.
When our eyesight will fail us and our bones will creek.
When our skin will fold: testimony of time.
When memory will be foggy and full of experience to be imparted to the young.
When new technology will have confused and awed us.
But we are young and long seperated.
We shall grow old in solitude
poem by Tafadzwa Jacha
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