One of Lifes Treasures
One of life’s treasures.
I have something whose “cash” value is of little concern
But its value to me is growing, this is something I learn.
I have a neat treasure. Tiffany is the name.
The halo ‘round her face like pure gold, all the same.
The day that we met all wrapped in light blue
With long, flowing ribbons the very same hue.
When we first came together I proudly showed her to friends.
Now when they greet us they may think there’s no end.
When I turn to her with a questioning look.
She’s seldom ever wrong. Reads my mind like a book.
She’s so full of energy her hands never stop,
I’m so proud of her my shirt buttons may pop.
We’d been together but a very short time.
I add a gold band. She looks really fine.
But we do part at bedtime it wouldn’t be right.
Her face on my pillow by my side through the night.
There’s no guarantee how long this will last,
I’m just hoping the future is as good as the past.
The way things are looking we’re both in good shape
Maybe we’ll go out together in a box that’s flag draped.
Now I thank my employer for giving to me.
This neat little watch. The brand ?….. Tiffany.
Entered in Soup in response to someone who wanted a Golden Oldie.
Written by oldbuck about the 25 yr. watch he received from his employer.
The rhyme was written for and read at, an Adult Bible Class party.
Each one had been asked to be prepared to share something about
themselves others might not know.
This would be the start of my rhyming phase in 2006. ‘o)
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2015
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