I had to wait ‘til I grew old
and listened to my peers,
to figure out why they call
old age the “Golden Years”.
Gold, we know, is metal
and metals describe well
what “Tin” happen to the body
when we grow old and frail.
As we reach the “Golden Years”
there is “Silver” in our hair…
We have “Lead” in our fannies
and a “Nickel” we can spare.
There is “Iron”y in “Zink”ing
that it would be quite grand
F”Ore” us to “Steel” away
and join a heavy “Metal” band.
He doesn’t know her anymore but she knows who he is. Her husband, and her sweetheart and father of their kids. She made a humble vow to him upon their wedding day that she would love and cherish, and honor come what may. There is no greater test...
He doesn’t know her anymore but she knows who he is. Her husband, and her sweetheart and father of their kids. She made a humble vow to him upon their wedding day that she would love and cherish, and honor come what may. There is no greater test of love, or greater...
Grandma, I am wishing I could visit you today. Like when I was little and came over for a stay. How I loved your cookies from the oven, nice and hot. No one made them better and I always ate a lot. I remember, too, your kisses when I would come to...
Love this, Mr. Tranmer! My husband and I are having our 54th Anniversary in April. I always make him a special card, and I was hoping you don’t mind me including this in the card this year. I have found that he, like most men, doesn’t melt over mushy, lovey-dove cards. I like it better when he smiles about one I have made him.
Thanks!
Debbie
Hi Debbie,
I write so many serious poems, I have to get silly once in a while.
ron