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survivors

The survivors
Old age is a strange time you have no future and tend
to look back to what was is a dream.

How long does old age last?

My wife and I are closer than ever, but are we clinging
to a life buoy of eternity?

I look at her, she has problem walking looks st me
and we both think the same.
So used you to each strength and weaknesses,
how is she or she going to survive?

We have come to a point when our arguments are
a declaration of love.

The coward I’m I hope to go before her I can’t cope
with the aftermath that can cause
resentment that fester for another generation.

And in early mornings I touch a warm body listening
to her gentle breathe glad to be alive.
Written by oskar
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