I see your face before me,
Your smile lights up the room.
I hear the echo of your laughter,
That lifts the daily gloom.
I look for you but you are gone
And no longer speak my name.
My memory fails, as I sigh
And try to hide the pain,
Of my sadness.
No one likes the uncertainty,
Of aging, sometimes not gracefully.
As we age, I must confess
Emotions can become a real mess.
What to do when this happens to you?
Persevere, keep going. That's what we do.