But at last, it would be the two of us together.
Maybe we fight
Spit fire
And with words
Pounce on each other
but at last
to bully one another
it would just be
the two of us, together.
Say the things
You want to say
Action the thoughts
You dwell upon.
But at last
To search for mislaid bifocal glasses
It would just be
The two of us, together.
And at times when we
Are cross with each other
We should take turns to
cajole one another
For but at last
To use terms of endearment
It would just be
The two of us, together.
When our visions
Would blur
And our memories
Fail us.
Then at last
To find ourselves in one another
It would just be
The two of us, together.
When knee joints
Begin to hurt
And the back
Refuses to bend
Then at last
To cut each other’s toe nails
It would just be
The two of us, together.
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poem by Kiran Prasad
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