We have walked a ways together But now the time has come for us to part company. In your frailty, you can no longer bear the strain Or protect me from the rain And so you must retire to a Home for the worn-out. To discard of you feels like To discard of a part of myself , Married as we have been These past twelve months. Who I am is written all over you, You are trained in my ways And, in your wisdom, know the pattern of my steps Even before I take them, Before I lift my foot to make them…
