Let me hold your hand, as we go downhill,
We’ve shared our strength, and we share it still,
It hasn’t been easy to make the climb,
But the way was eased by your hand in mine.
Like the lake, our life, has had ripples too,
Ill health and worries, and payments due,
With happy pauses along the way,
A graduation, a raise in pay.
At the foot of the slope, we will stop and rest,
Look back if you wish, we’ve been truly blessed,
We’ve been spared the grief of being torn apart,
By death or divorce, or a broken heart.
The view ahead, is one of the best,
Just a little further, and then we can rest,
We move more slowly, but together still,
Let me hold your hand, as we go downhill.
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