I’m still here
I’m still living
He died and left me
I must be forgiving
He was the man
I was the wife
Everyone thought
We had a good life
We had our problems
More than a few
We were discreet
So nobody knew
We had two children
Both moved away
Unwilling to move
We chose to stay
On him I depended
To take care of me
He went and died
As if he did flee
I’m now in a home
Sharing a room
With nothing to do
Just meals to consume
No one will talk
They sit and stare
They don’t have stories
They’d like to share
Here in this home
I’m waiting to die
He had to go first
I sit here and cry
