Just ran across an old notebook containing some of the poetry I wrote over the years. I don’t claim to be a poet but a few of these were rather nice, so thought I share. Since we just celebrated our 60th wedding anniversary in June, this one seemed appropriate, though it was written many years ago.
The Bride’s Prayer
I Pray God grants me 60 years, a lifetime yet to live. My life to be a tribute to all the love I’ll give.
60 Years is all I need, if I can live it as your wife. I know that we’ll have trials, and days of stress and strife.
Yet knowing how I love you is all the strength I’ll need to face the great uncertain and triumph, yes, indeed.
60 years. Just long enough to share the plans I’ve made. To cook the meals and clean the house and picnic in the lanes.
To pull the weeds and scrub the floor, to bandage up the knees. To wipe the tears and tuck in bed; to rake up all the leaves.
To chase the kids and wash the cat and clean up all the mess that you and they will make, for I confess.
I see my life surround you and the home that we shall make. I pray God grants me 60 years. That’s how long that it should take.
We’ll spend the time together; the rest of our whole life. My life will then become complete if I’ve lived it as your wife.
Then one day from Heaven’s gates, I’ll ponder, when they’ve laid me to my rest. The years I spent as your wife, were certainly the best.
FISHIES IN THE BROOK
If I was a fishie in a brook and swam around all day
I’d never have to think what worries people so.
And worry, work, or ponder the responsibilities of life
that seem to plague most humans that I know.
If I was a fishie in the stream and slept in the sun
I’d never have to buy a car, wash a dish, or sweep the floor.
I’d never have to work, never pay a bill
Never have to mow the law or watch the taxes soar.
If I was a fishie in the sea, I’d never have to shoot a gun
Never have to leave my home, and never wonder why.
Never kill another soul, never learn to hate.
Never have to go to war, or watch a young man die.
But, I’m just a fishy in a bowl, and swim in circles every day
Time to ponder the mysteries of life and think the higher thoughts fishies get to think.
I’ll bet if you really understood the life that fishies lead
You’d want to be a fishies too…even swimming in the sink.
Telll me if you’ve ever found old stories or poetry you wrote many years ago.