Poem About Our Marriage

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Grow old with me, my dear friend said

And gray mixed in with a beard that was red

And middles grew with tummies well fed

And children were born and then were led

Through dreams of youth, and then put to bed

 

But I remember, I said

 

And through it all like a golden thread

Christ who suffered, died and bled,

Showed His love in a book well-read

And promised us Heaven, one day to tread.

 

That’s our future, I said

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One comment

  1. Ellen · January 25

    Yes! I like your poem…a lot. 🙂

    Like

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