From the Rocking Chair

If I do grow feeble,
and wander from time to time,
I hope your hand will guide me,
to give me peace of mind.

I may not always answer,
or seem to know you're near,
but I will always feel your love,
Never for that fear.

My vision may grow dim,
and my hearing may depart,
but nothing can separate
the bond between our hearts.

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