Golden Wedding Anniversary

Your racing bike is broken with a bad derailleur. I look back at my life and admit it’s a failure. If a daft old hen laying scrambled eggs, so sad, can, Then I will concede that I’m an addle-brained madman. Like a leafless tree holding a kite frame skeleton, Your arms and my legs are no stronger than gelatin. As an eagle whose threadbare wings will no longer fly, It’s time now for me to find a quiet place to die.