52
Years 1 to 10 -- Full of fun.
When everything is begun!
We are new! So is the view.
A world now seen by two!
And then we add even more. One kid then two.
It is all so new, as seen by two, everything starts darling and cute.
Years 11 to 20 -- Full of second guesses.
Things aren’t nearly so fun.
Kids grow up and start high-school!
Life’s turns and curves start taking their toll
You wonder sometimes if you aren’t getting old!
Second thoughts, lost chances, maybe even alluring glances.
Years 21 to 30 -- Just routine.
The patterns of our lives become ruts in stone.
We go our own way each day.
Come home almost the same way.
The loves and losses of our times pass by.
Other lives are fragile as time takes its toll.
Years 31 to 40 -- Something more.
Life’s cycles now galore. Grand kids on the floor!
New delights and other insights.
We can see more what might be in store.
Retirement is knocking at our door!
Children now move to the fore, time to adore.
Years 41 to 51 -- What is in store?
The question now is always there. Will there be any more?
We celebrate at 50! A Golden Anniversary.
US – Susan and Me – each now an equal half of the other.
We watch their lives unfold, kids and grand kids – we even remember when we were that old.
Our backs begin to hurt. Our diagnosis always very thin.
We know that someday it will end.
Year 52 until ….
Time now pays its dividend.
Now as one – bound together as if a single soul.
Kicks and nicks, bumps and bruises, don’t disturb this world.
It is as if we were always thus and always will be.
Not two, but one.
Just US
Years 1 to 10 -- Full of fun.
When everything is begun!
We are new! So is the view.
A world now seen by two!
And then we add even more. One kid then two.
It is all so new, as seen by two, everything starts darling and cute.
Years 11 to 20 -- Full of second guesses.
Things aren’t nearly so fun.
Kids grow up and start high-school!
Life’s turns and curves start taking their toll
You wonder sometimes if you aren’t getting old!
Second thoughts, lost chances, maybe even alluring glances.
Years 21 to 30 -- Just routine.
The patterns of our lives become ruts in stone.
We go our own way each day.
Come home almost the same way.
The loves and losses of our times pass by.
Other lives are fragile as time takes its toll.
Years 31 to 40 -- Something more.
Life’s cycles now galore. Grand kids on the floor!
New delights and other insights.
We can see more what might be in store.
Retirement is knocking at our door!
Children now move to the fore, time to adore.
Years 41 to 51 -- What is in store?
The question now is always there. Will there be any more?
We celebrate at 50! A Golden Anniversary.
US – Susan and Me – each now an equal half of the other.
We watch their lives unfold, kids and grand kids – we even remember when we were that old.
Our backs begin to hurt. Our diagnosis always very thin.
We know that someday it will end.
Year 52 until ….
Time now pays its dividend.
Now as one – bound together as if a single soul.
Kicks and nicks, bumps and bruises, don’t disturb this world.
It is as if we were always thus and always will be.
Not two, but one.
Just US
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