The Rest of His Days - Anne Takle

He doesn’t look up from

his paper to tell her

that she’s still the love

and the light of his eye.

She dosen’t kiss him

and thinks he still knows it

that he’s worth more than

diamonds that fall from the sky.

She’s mostly contented

with living the small life.

He’s restless, still bent on

success in the world.

And oh what she’d give

if he’d just take it easy.

And settle awhile

just be still and with her.

And sometimes she looks at

the boy she once knew

and wonders a moment

what got in their way.

And sometimes to him

she’s still that young girl

he promised to cherish

the rest of his days.

For children are raised now,

the mortage is paid up.

They’ve done it together

all down through the years.

Now it should be sunsets

and far golden places

and soft hazy twilights

without any cares.

And sometimes she looks at

the boy she once knew

and wonders a moment

what got in their way.

And sometimes to him

she’s still that young girl

he promised to cherish

the rest of his days.

He promised to cherish

for the rest of his days.

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