After I beckoned her name,
Slowly, she stood to her feet.
With and elderly man with her,
He kissed her tender and sweet.
Her given name is Maggie,
She says she is eighty-one.
And her male friend is Norman,
He himself, looked ninety-one.
He said, "Goodbye, I'll wait here."
We talked about her shoulder,
I asked, "What caused the pain?"
She said, "Just getting older."
I explained the test to her,
And how needles have some risks.
She was not at all concerned.
"With six kids, I've had some pricks."
Time for the test now arrived.
We conversed while we walked.
"Six kids, how many have they?"
I listened as she talked.
"Fourteen, and they have kids too!
Seventeen, and they have five more.
Our home every holiday,
Is full, and never a bore!"
"The man at the front," I asked
"Is your husband, I presume."
Instantly, her face lit up,
Though it was not full of gloom.
"How long have you been married?"
"Twenty, when we said 'I do'.
Sixty-one years we've now been,
This year will be sixty-two."
"Incredible! Cheers! Congrats!
Do you have any advice?"
"You have to choose to love them.
Make your spouse, primary vice."
Her wise words did continue,
"Though, sometimes it will be tough.
Sixty-one years nor lifetime,
For me, could ever be enough!"
daneK
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