Fifty years

I was feeling nostalgic and thinking about my mother and father in law. So I wrote this. I can't find the heart to put chords to it. If someone else could, that would be nice.

For most of the time I knew them, they fought continuously. So much so that they purposefully  bought a house with two separate living areas as they almost couldn't stand to be in the same room.   My mother in law suffered a series of mini strokes followed by a doozey of a big one that left her paralysed down one side, bed ridden and her speech was badly slurred. My Father in law spent almost every waking hour at her bedside until the night she died. I don't think he ever got over his loss.

Fifty Years

Been married over fifty years
Sometimes happy, sometimes tears
Common interests had long since died
Now they hardly even tried
Wouldn’t share a double bed
Romance well and truly dead

They used to fight most every day
Both wanting things their own way
Both fought dirty, both fought hard
Both of them were badly scarred

Then one day she had a stroke
The poor old man, his heart was broke
Not able to get out of bed
Still alive but better dead
He sat beside her bed all day
Nearly a year she passed away

The next ten years he sorely grieved
Until it was his time to leave
And join her on heaven’s fair shore
Back in love for ever more.