Wed for fifty, may seem nifty;
but it is LOTS of work!
You must obey, orders each day;
your chores you dare not shirk.
To all you hear, respond "Yes Dear",
her wish, make your
Never say no; never let go:
It's simple! Understand?
If she gets ill, go fetch the pill;
Let her in bed remain!
When she is tired; a maid is hired;
wife cannot stand the strain.
If she grows fat; no eyelash bat;
there's much more now to love.
If charms now sag; you don't dare nag;
give thanks they're still above.
When wrinkles come; just play it dumb;
she's still your teenage
If you can't run; you'll have more fun;
give thanks for what has been.
When hair turns grey, don't turn away;
suggest that dye would do.
Just tell her that, you're glad she's at;
the prime of life with YOU.
Yes, fifty years, takes many tears:
as well as strength and pain.
But they can be; happy you see;
if you begin again.
So thanks your stars; for all the scars;
they're worth each bloody
Your choice was right, all bad despite;
you were a perfect match.
Dedicated to all who made it!
© October 1999, E. Acevedo