Yesterday I wrote a joke poem,
Booby Prize Or A Fine Romance,
it told the story of how I met my wife,
all those years ago.
Yes, it was at her first husband’s funeral,
and yes a group of us
met a couple weeks later in a coffee bar,
but no it was not the drawing of a straw,
it was that I volunteered,
which I guess was lucky for me,
because on the 12th of September this year
we celebrate our 37th Wedding Anniversary.
Her first husband was a friend,
but he was a womaniser.
He met his dead in a suicide pact
with a fourteen-year-old girl.
He left a wife and two small children,
without a thought or care,
a month before Christmas that year.
Some said I was brave
to take on a ready-made family.
I do not think I was brave,
but very lucky that day.
We have had our ups and downs
like all families do,
but I would not change a bit of it.
The greatest gifts I received that day,
was a family for a lonely life,
and tolerance through trouble and strife.
Therefore, it is with thanks to them,
I am the man I am today.
A true life story with a happy ending that leaves a smile on ones face. You mention a couple of times in this poem that you were lucky, I don't believe in luck, I do know though that you were blessed. Fabulous write my friend, keep them coming.--Melvina--
Yes you won first prize my friend thirty seven years that is some love david..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's an incredible story....I would only believe from you David.....37 years....well your over half way to my parents 65th they celebrated this year.....I wish you and Vera many more happy years together and may the good times always out way the bad