TRUST (From my journal "OUTSIDE LOOKING IN")
by Ayesha
What happens when my hair turns gray?
When wrinkles etch my face?
When these white pearls fall out some day?
When my breasts sag out of place?
What happens when my legs can't walk?
and I dribble as I chew?
When I grow weak, too sick to talk
and no longer can satisfy you?
What happens when my vision goes?
When I go numb and deaf?
What will happen, do you suppose
When dreams are all that's left?
Would you so willingly hold my hand
and gaze into my feebled eyes?
Will you still care and understand
that my aging is no surprise?
Will you still love me just as much
as you certainly do today?
Will you stick by me, thick and thin
to share my dying days?