Joey (3)

To My Wife When I was young at age seventeen I met my future wife who was nearly sixteen When I was age twenty one wild and free I ask my love if she would marry me Not thinking how fast time passes by We got older and older my wife and I Thinking back I did not know How much my love for my wife would grow On January fifth two thousand and nine I lost my wife I thought would always be mine You find out how time flies When someone you love dies We were together fifty plus years Now my eyes are filled with tears In a poem written by my wife Something she had written early in life She wrote, in her dreams our lips have met You wait honey I will hook you yet When I sit and look at pictures of my wife How pretty she was and how short was her life It is over a year that my wife is gone People say I must move on My children are all now grown They have children of their own I loved my wife so very much And now I will no longer feel her touch