The wedding anniversary.

　
　
27 years of kisses and cuddles,
now brokered to peace and fuddles,
I plant two chrysanthemums’ in our small back garden,
there is a creature living in a hole,
by the bright plant,
that climbs up the frame of the greenhouse I built.
 
I bought her a gold ring,
from the old jeweler,
in the Jewelry Quarter,
she bought me two computer games;
love and war,
the lot of the poor.
 
It has gone like summer
and gentle in the autumn years,
the fruit is heavy on the bough
and the fire is warm now,
tonight we go for a meal with friends,
such is the world without ends.

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