The moon hangs leisurely in the night sky
I hobble on my walker along the languid lake
Thoughts of you enter my forgetful mind
When we were young and so alive
Now in the winter, the icy debilitating years
Your mind not remembering anything
My old eyes running with constant tears
My health failing, soon a nursing home
I get wistful and hope that when death
Frees us from old age aches and woes
We can begin again young and so alive

Bob Boyd