Seven Years

A man was holding his wife's hand,
As she lay upon a bed,
It's been seven years of marriage,
Since the day that they were wed.

"We've had seven years of hardships,
Seven years of pain,
Seven years of wedded bliss,
I'd happily share again."

She stroked his hand gently,
A weak smile upon her face,
"Thank you for these seven years,"
She said with peaceful grace.

"We've shared my years of sickness,
Shared your years of health,
Please, don't go on angry,
The hand that we were dealt."

As she slowly closed her eyes,
In medicated sleep,
A drop of water rolled down his face,
And he began to softly weep.

"Seven years is not enough.
Please, God, don't take her life.
I'd gladly trade my place with her,
For seven more years with my wife."

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