Colin F. Jones

FOR MY WIFE

Oft in old age when I think of good things gone,
My thoughts dwell fondly absent of regret,
Upon those times when we in youth were one,
Firmly in love, with future aspirations set.
Time passed with joy balanced equally in our heart,
Sharing all things be they of little worth,
Yet knowing we would not before death part,
Preserving a plot to share in Mother Earth.
Now seeing you lying ill; helpless in your bed,
With confidence lost and pain about yourself,
I feel inside a despairing touch of dread,
For all my worth depends upon your health.
For love I see you still as when we met,
Still with fond thoughts still absent of regret.