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 Years”
there is “Silver” in our hair…
We have “Lead” in our fannies
and a “Nickel” we can spare.
There is “Iron”y in “Zink”ing
that it would be quite grand
F”Ore” us to “Steel” away
and join a heavy “Metal” band.
He doesn’t know her anymore but she knows who he is. Her husband, and her sweetheart and father of their kids. She made a humble vow to him upon their wedding day that she would love and cherish, and honor come what may. There is no greater test...
He doesn’t know her anymore but she knows who he is. Her husband, and her sweetheart and father of their kids. She made a humble vow to him upon their wedding day that she would love and cherish, and honor come what may. There is no greater test of love, or greater...
Grandma, I am wishing I could visit you today. Like when I was little and came over for a stay. How I loved your cookies from the oven, nice and hot. No one made them better and I always ate a lot. I remember, too, your kisses when I would come to...