Being Together

They promised to love each other till the end of their lives

No more does his rio help them rendezvous to drink and smoke pipes

She no more asks him to give her a piggyback ride

Their hands now wrinkled and weak, yet they hold one another’s tight

Their eyes cannot see, but they find each other

He doesn’t need to match her pace anymore, both of them now walk slow

They write, sing and dance to the songs from the folklore

He draws her sketches and paints her portrait; he's still her muse in writing poetries

And once every month they would have Chinese from the place near the church

Where they went for dates as they say, “When we were young”

They say we tolerate yet ardently they treasure each other

Thus, they fulfilled their promise till the end of being together.