Fifty
years ago we met
And
haven’t killed each other yet.
The
only thing that I regret
Is
that our time is waning.
We’ve
raised our kids and had careers
And
sat with friends for meals and beers
And
traveled far and wide for years,
With
minimal complaining.
He
has his hobbies; I have mine
And
sometimes they may intertwine
And
grandkids add a special shine,
Which
doesn’t need explaining.
We’re
lucky that, by fate or chance
Or
providential circumstance,
We
came together with a glance
Which proved to be sustaining.
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