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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Always

image from ColinJong.com
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!)

15 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles...endearing and enduring love is such a beautiful thing...

vivinfrance said...

This is charming. Congratulations on the 50 years.

Fireblossom said...

That's sweet. I like the picture.

If the muse cooperates, you'll get your prize today. ;-)

Christine said...

this is perfect love

darev2005 said...

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.

Daydreamertoo said...

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.

beccagivens said...

How endearing! :-)

Mama Zen said...

Beautifully done!

Heaven said...

So sweet.... congrats on your special day....(its mine too!)

i love the title, picture and form ~

M. A. S. said...

Wow. That poem can b an anniversary present.

Evelyn said...

lovely final lines...
happy sigh.

haikulovesongs said...

{sigh} you paint a beautiful future! ♥
dani

Mark, Bagman, and Butler said...

I agree with M.A.S. - a wonderful gift, superb poem.

The Bug said...

We've only been married 20 years, but I can relate to the gray hair, wrinkles & fine print. Lovely poem!

Jeanne Iris said...

Such tenderness in each line. Love it!