For better, for worse

Years ago
they’d charge around
without a second thought
pounding up the hills, racing down.
She’d carry back the shopping.
Easy.

Over time
they’ve had bits mended,
a smoothing out
of this and that. Nothing
serious.

Now
she’s getting very creaky,
finds it hard to move, and he…
not sure how much he knows
but it seems that growth is
spreading.

But look,
still locked together
after all this time.