Thirty Nine Years Poem by John Sensele

Thirty nine years ago in August I wed Christine
As a twenty three year old teacher armed with ambition
Filled with hopes on slopes of life within clean
Configurations to surge forward to a gestation creation

Meant to generate our family with three offspring
In tow in a road marked by achievements God long planned
With care to dare me to place on Christine's finger the wedding ring
That in the eyes of man our free activities were forthwith banned

Because our lives, our drives, our rides, our strides
Could move in tandem not in a mayhem harem
But in striving to smooth our glides and our slides
Through commitment attributes beyond fantasy and yonder a pipedream.

Every evening I reach home to a warm welcome
Grandsons Jo and Mike extend with smiles
That disarm my fatigue, my hesitation because home
Is where I'm secure, sure my life would go on for piles of miles

While family grows in rows of branches in our kithdom
Where grandparents, grandsons, sons and daughter
Strive in unison and in unity of purpose to sample God's kingdom
Laced with freedom to synergise and energise with no recourse to a medical doctor.