On our Golden Anniversary
there is silver in our hair.
We have Lead in our fannies
and a nickel or two to spare.
I honestly zink our family
Tin really understand,
if we run off together
to join a heavy metal band.
To my Mother, and my Father on their Anniversary, I’m so glad you found each other. Otherwise there’d be no me.
As I ponder life with you I’ve come to realize, I’m married to an Angel.. An Angel in disguise. How else could I explain the joy that I possess? You fill my heart with perfect love. My soul with tenderness. No other gift God could give on Earth, or Heaven above...
I had to wait ‘til I grew old and listened to my peers, to figure out why they call old age the “Golden Years”. Gold, we know, is metal and metals describe well what “Tin” happen to the body when we grow old and frail. As we reach the “Golden...