I couldn’t guess the many-a-mile
We walked together
hand in hand,
Both literal and
metaphorical,
Til viscid palms
would not let go.
And people stare
and whisper low
As though it’s
hard to understand
How those our age
can still engage
In childish act we
should outgrow.
I don’t care what
others think
Or how they act or
what they say.
She’s my best
girl,
My lucky song,
My guiding star,
My rudder, my
sail.
She’s everything
precious in my world as
I travel on life’s
weary way.
With her hand in
mine
I always can find
A peaceful ending
to any travail.
We may not see the
ending together.
Life can be cruel
that way.
But I’ll hold her
hand til
The last fleeting
moment,
Fulfilling the vow
of our wedding day.
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