Lasting Joy Is Not a Myth
A better man, she’d never met.
Within a month, their stage was set.
Each was the other’s biggest fan.
She’d never met a better man.
A love so sweet, he’d never felt.
With lovely ring in hand, he knelt.
Their future plans were then complete.
He’d never felt a love so sweet.
In six small rooms, they made a life,
enjoyed good times, and weathered strife.
Then children came, two lovely blooms.
They made a life in six small rooms.
*****************
Their anniversary, today.
is number forty. Both will say
that they’re so blessed. It’s plain to see
today, their anniversary.
Some don’t believe accounts like this;
they doubt that life, for some, is bliss.
Though many do forever cleave,
accounts like this, some don’t believe.
April 20, 2019, entered in Carol Connell's Swap Meet Poetry Contest
Placed 2nd
December 28, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's Strand Special 11
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