The extrication of spirit from form
One minute you’re fine and the body’s warm
Next thing you notice you’re eighty two
And people are saying goodbye to you
And I must hold my head up high
And watch you die
Slowly, then all at once
Letting go of the pulse
That beats your heart so fine
The one that was in love with mine
For the season we spent in the sun
I look up and we’re still one