Fifty Years Ago
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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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