Now You Tell Me

Where did the time go? But it was great while it lasted!

For 40 years we spent our time like sailors,
busy with children, jobs and urgent pleasures.
We talked as often as not on different wavelengths,
and hardly ever much beneath the surface;
but somehow that was fine, it all felt right.
This was before your illness began to show.

Then as we tried to carry on the game,
we found our winning days were all behind us.
Now void of trumps, responding like a robot,
I play the last few tricks of a failing contract.
While our small store of time runs out, it seems
you’ve nothing left to say to me but help!.