A Poem in My Pocket

There’s a poem in my pocket,

It’s worth more than gold,

I’ve made several copies,

For the original is old.

I carry it with me,

To countries afar,

It keeps you beside me,

Wherever you are.

You wrote words of love,

That was fifty years past,

We knew, even then,

It was destined to last.

You talked of our dreams,

Most have come true,

Because of goals shared,

Between me and you.

We’re full of wrinkles,

And our walk is now slow,

But, whenever you smile,

Your face is aglow.

I know it by heart,

This poem that you said,

For me and for all,

On the day that we wed.

Carmen Henesy

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