Creaking Rocking Chair Poem by floyd thomas

Fifty years together a love we've had to share. We've gone from sweet eighteen to a creaking rocking chair. In all this time together we've weathered every storm. And every night for fifty years, you have kept me warm. The past is now behind us, all it can do is remind us, of the wonderful things that bind us, you and I. Our hearts will always see, I love you and you love me. That's the way it's going to be until we die. Fifty years together a love we've had to share. We've gone from sweet eighteen to a creaking rocking chair.