the days like the wind
go rushing by
a blur of feelings
sensitivities
aging proceeds
the end is in sight
we know not whether
to laugh or cry.
often i think of
how far we have come
as together we
walked hand in hand
through tangles of troubles
love won the day
for that love I'd do
it all over again.
how can a heart
be full, you say
how can a heart
burst with joy
only when love's
unconditional
as your love - sweeping
fear and pain away.
so Happy Birthday to
my very best friend
lover and wife and
my champion
if you see a tear
'tis a sign of joy
as in love we walk on -
hand in hand.
This poem is for the love of my life, Lois Anne.
© 2011 by Jacob Anson. All rights reserved.
