SteemitPoetryContest #10 : Consolation

One must look up to see
To blossom or to bleed
On a road that is endless
Loving you is what is senseless

Now that I’ve gotten older
My limbs started to stutter
The bloom once I held onto
I still keep it, as I’ve kept you

From most of what I can see
All these years filled a deep sea
Though I’m not glad I grew older
I’m glad I grew with you.