she was a daft old tart he said
of the figure in the wheel chair
as he held her hand and very gently
stroked her short greying hair
and we lived a marriage half love
half hate but she was always my wife
and through it all she stayed by me
as we struggled on in life
and she gave me hope
and self belief
to ride the ups and downs
the sorrows and the grief
and she gave me kids
two healthy boys
and parenthood
with all its joys
and just when we were free
all responsibilities flown
so we could live for our selves
plan for us alone
she took this curse
became so very ill
fought and fought
with all her will
and my daft old tart
is hanging on
and maybe one day
this curse will be gone
we live in hope
and all the while
she followed his words
with radiant smile
and held his hand
as he stroked her hair
sat confined to her wheel chair
he talked to her on and on
until with the coming of dark
he wheeled her on
out of that park
and I could see
he’d given his heart
to his lifetime love
his daft old tart
she was a daft old tart he’d said
of the figure in the wheel chair
as he’d held her hand and very gently
stroked her short greying hair