Two rambling rovers we would be,
The world was ours to roam, you see.
We spent our lives in ecstasy,
Enjoying life so gay and free.

That was the map we made before,
To travel wide from shore to shore,
And open every secret door.
Each hidden path we would explore.

The future may be blocked by fate,
And something might just close the gate.
Your given span may be too strait.
Tomorrow's plan may come too late.

Live now and know that you have won
Because you frolicked in the sun,
Before the darkness has begun,
And each of us a chosen one.

To know just now what may transpire
Could feel like walking on a wire,
And make our lives seem much too dire.
We sing our lives as in a choir.

We did all that when we were young.
Our songs of joy have all been sung.
The bell of passion's joy has rung.
The blossoms from their beds have sprung.

One must not think there is regret,
Our living is not over yet.
We know that we have won the bet,
We had the best that we could get.

We made a great and loving start,
And so I sorrow in my heart.
She did not wish to play this part,
But living well is still an art.

Her sleepless nights cut like a knife,
It is a chronic pain filled life.
The drugs may mollify the strife.
She is my soul, my one true wife.