The couple sat side by side holding their wrinkled hands
Clasped together showing their aged gold wedding bands
He looked deeply into her soft and weary brown eyes
And pledged his true love to her 'til the day he dies
She leaned a little closer for she couldn't quite hear
Every word he spoke to her in her near deaf ear
Patiently he promised to always be by her side
She watched his face closely and then she started to cry
For she had loved this man since she was a teenage girl
Devoting her life to him; he was her whole world
Oh the tears that ran down her face must be tears of joy
For when she looked into his eyes she saw that boy
Who knelt down upon one knee one Sunday night in June
And asked that she marry him 'neath the harvest moon
Now in their winter years nearly 60 years gone past
She whispered back to him, "My darling I've got gas."

Kathy Lockhart
5/25/07