Will You still Love Me When I am 60?

by: Karen

I woke up this morning feeling achy and blue,
Saw wrinkles in my head and my eyes were blurry too,
The usual long black hair became short white thinning hair,
The usual big, gleeful voice became a hoarsely whisper in the air.

I'm afraid my dear I cannot go long walks with you anymore,
For my feet and legs are trembling and is starting to sore,
Today, I believe someone else would be cooking for your fave dish,
Because the recipe is no longer vivid in my memory.

I'm already 60 you see... old, haggard and weak,
Would you still please carry me in your arms and tuck me to sleep?
Would you still reach out for my hand and kiss me so sweet?
Would you still share your stories with me whether or not I hear it?
Would you still stay with me however difficult it may be?

I still remember when we were young and free,
When we were so in-love ans so sincere,
I remember the petty fights and endless quarrels,
Those sweet touches and those starry marvels.
I remember every gifts, every wish, every laughter we shared.

The vow we took and all the times we loved and cared,
I remember you, my love, my sweety, my life
I remember how you never fail to melt this heart of mine
I want you to know, that I will always love you
Whatever may happen, all of me is for you.
Time have changed, things have changed
But I hope your love for me still remains
So will you still love me when I am 60?
Do you still love me now despite all thing gone teary?

*** This is a poem dedicated to my one and only love, Sweety for our 46th Monthsary. I hope that when we turn 60, this letter will still be there and answers will be given. --Bhy