Constanza

 

Perseverance

(a Constanza)

 

The man I married’s still with me,

With bodies tired and getting old.

And still our hands we like to hold,

 

Some forty years for all to see.

There’s been good times and there’s been bad.

There’s been sad time as well as glad.

 

Some years seemed like eternity,

But some zipped by like rocket ship.

There’s years I would have liked to skip.

 

At times I dreamed of being free

And leave poor hubby in the dust.

My vows made staying a sound must.

 

And now we’re married happily.

We still hold each other’s hands—yup.

So we can hold each other up!