This 93-Year-Old Man's Poem For His Late Wife Will Turn You Into An Emotional Wreck

*SNIFFLE*

Bob Lowe from Hampshire read this poem on Radio 5 Live this morning. It's an ode to his wife, Kath, who died three years ago after they shared more than six decades of married life together.

As the station reported: "The charity Independent Age and the International Longevity Centre have said the number of older men living on their own is expected to increase by 65% in the next 16 years."

The 93-year-old Lowe is the first community champion for The Silver Line, a helpline for older people. He says on the helpline's site that when Kath died, it was 65 years since they wed, "but more to the point, 72 years since we first kissed…and she waited throughout the war for me and I for her".

"Ode to Kath":

thesilverline.org.uk

I am alone, now I know it’s true

There was a time when we were two

Those were the days when we would chat

Doing little jobs of this and that

We’d go to the shops and select our meals

But now I’m one I know how it feels

To try and cook or have meals on wheels

The rooms are empty there’s not a sound

Sometimes I’m lost and wander round

To look for jobs that I can do

To bring back the days when we were two

When darkness falls and curtains drawn

That’s when I feel most forlorn

But I must be honest and tell the truth

I’m not quite alone and here’s the proof

Because beside me in her chair

She quietly waits our time to share

Kath said to me some time ago

Darling when the time comes for us to go

Let’s mix our ashes and be together

So we can snuggle up for ever and ever.