When all is said and done
when my fingers are stuck
curled and crippled
in clawed curvature
aged and arthrithic
when my breasts
flesh flattened and flaccid
hang and droop
tumbling out against
my wrinkled waist
when my eyes
clouded and closed
squinting up and away
barely grasping images
too youthful
too fast
too unknown
when every aspect
of my physical being
is falling into disrepair
has become completely
and utterly
unattractive
When my mind is a junkyard
full with bits of broken memories
imagined slights
pockets of mucked mire
where all fond remembrances
have drowned and disappeared
pits of putrescence
where once
was living thought
When all is said and done
in our life
This life
which we are sharing
Will you still stand by my side?
But Otherwise Fine 