#1831-Side by side

When a friend is close by,

Growing old is rather nice.

A familiar scent,

Eyes that feel, or

A helping hand,

When no one understands.

Days eventually pass,

The end slowly arrives,

But I’m not afraid.

With her by my side,

From life I won’t hide.

I can stare at the horizon,

With a smile,

While it all lasts.