À Ma Femme

When the seasons' rocky plow
Sweeps across our faces and our brows
It'll carve deep lines of age and strife
When our kids have grown and flown away
Leaving the nest, they won't stay
Leaving our hearts weakened by the life
When our movements are slow and tired
And we see time has expired
With a strangely clear-eyed view
When we have no future left to find
We'll stir up memories in our minds
A land that can't become dry and blue
When with slow and uncertain steps
We'll wander through gardens, no preps
That like our brows will be frosted white
When at the cost of countless tries
We'll search for ways to kill the time
That's already dead from living right
When we will be just two lives entwined
With no plans left, just passing time
We'll open with regret the book
That we've written through the years on the pages of time
Where two words will still be missing: To be continued
When finally life has been lived
Ready to step into the unknown
I'll look at you, lost and pale
When in your eyes I see
That without our love, you see
Your days will never be the same
When my eyes will see no more
And my hand will search for yours
At the hour when talking becomes a chore
After accepting God
Just before closing my eyes
Once more, if I can
I'll tell you like a goodbye
I love you