The years have passed, life was sublime,
Now you are old, I feel like crying;
I look at you and every time
My heart is sad and slowly dying.

You try so hard when I'm around
To chat and smile with happy faces
To comfort me and to surround
My bowed-down neck with warm embraces.

And yet, although you smile and talk,
Your sight grows dim, your arm is rigid,
You are in pain, can hardly walk,
Your bodies are so weak and frigid.

But I pretend not to remark
And tell you jokes to curb my sorrow
My soul is scared, my light is dark –
Will you still be alive tomorrow?