Without His Wife

He’s 75,

With a shaky voice,

Wrinkled face,

Flushed eyes.

He Lives his life,

In memories

Of someone,

He loved.

In a time,

When it was delightful,

To describe

How he looked like.

His trembling feet,

A lousy heartbeat,

And blurred sight,

Do not give up.

For someone,

He spent his life,

Who is no more,

By his side.

He’s 75,

Without his wife,

But with her love,

He is alive.