INVINCIBLE

Now, you look at me,
And you like what you see:
Rich, lustrous hair,
Firm, supple skin.
No fat anywhere,
Just curves where that should have been.
What’s there not to love?

In the days to come,
When my skin lies in clumps,
When my hair loses its shine
And my teeth aren’t mine;
And no one would look anyway,
Would you pack up- or would you stay?

Now, you admire my intellect:
My quick, sultry wit.
Would time dull your interest-
Or take every single bit?
On the days when I’m down
And need some cheering up,
Would you imitate my frown-
And leave, in my heart, a gap?

When I’m riddled with disease,
And I can’t remember my name;
When I can’t smile at a tease,
Or play our favourite game;
When I have no striking beauty,
Or wiles to boast about,
Would loving me be your life’s duty,
Or would you seek the easy way out?

I don’t know what our future holds.
I know not what time will bring.
If, in fact, the truth be told,
I find comfort in no single thing.
No guarantees- except the things you say;
No promises that can’t be broken.
Nothing to keep you from going away;
Our vows, mere empty words spoken.

There’s really no reason to go on;
Nothing seems to be for sure;
But for every battle lost, there’s victory won,
And that makes me realize- more and more:
I can’t make my beauty last forever;
Or hold on to my charm.
But if you’ll be the rock, and I, the anchor;
We sure can brave the storm.