Long years ago we said our vows,
Which ended with a kiss;
In thinking on those years, I see
Some trials, some tears and bliss.
I oft time lead in many ways,
But sometime lean on her;
Though mutual sharing is our goal,
That oft does not occur.
My friends think I'm aggressive,
That seems my natural bent;
We walk the married road, perhaps
The way God surely meant.
Our children honor and respect,
That greatly pleases us;
The tender harmony we share
Is an even greater plus.
Please pardon, please this age'ed male,
Raised in a different clime;
Forgive him for he has become
A symbol of his time.
Both praise or criticism would be
appreciated. Perhaps it would clear my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem