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Years
go by
You and I
smile and laugh
at each new gray hair
how we can't see small print
the wrinkles that have moved in
and we don't bother to evict
Half a century of loving you
yet every day feels like something new
submitted for In-Form Poet, Etheree, at Poetic Bloomings
and Poetry Jam, Life at Age 67 (That Jam Isn't Moldy!)
14 comments:
smiles...endearing and enduring love is such a beautiful thing...
This is charming. Congratulations on the 50 years.
That's sweet. I like the picture.
If the muse cooperates, you'll get your prize today. ;-)
this is perfect love
Yup. After almost 25 years together we can still point and laugh at each other. We're a comedy team with only ourselves as an audience.
And you summed it all up very nicely. Thank you.
Awwww Wonderful tribute to enduring love. Love can and does last a lifetime but, people these days forget, it has to keep being nurtured and cared for, it doesn't just happen.
How endearing! :-)
So sweet.... congrats on your special day....(its mine too!)
i love the title, picture and form ~
Wow. That poem can b an anniversary present.
lovely final lines...
happy sigh.
{sigh} you paint a beautiful future! ♥
dani
I agree with M.A.S. - a wonderful gift, superb poem.
We've only been married 20 years, but I can relate to the gray hair, wrinkles & fine print. Lovely poem!
Such tenderness in each line. Love it!
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