Vows

 

She is old now.
Surely the feelings I had
When she wasn’t have
Slipped away.  I didn’t plan   
To age, but I did
To keep her around
However long I could.

We made vows when
She became ill: If she
Would live to fifty-five
I promised to live ten
Years beyond.  When she
Did it became sixty
And then sixty-five.

This last time we
Forgot to vow.
Who would have thought
She had so much life to live?
Beauty of a certain sort may fade,
But when her eyes seek mine,
Even now, she is still the same.