Golden Age Of Wife Poem by kwane Lamb

An exhibit plus …nothing to discuss…
And time do tell…pray tell…
God has blessed us well…
Now we are golden…and my wife…
Is better then swell…
She is my 7 seas…I sail…
My 8 wonders of the world I wailed…
And smiled…we went through hell…
Hand’ n’ Hand…woman and man…
Golden age of wife…
Strife is part of a growing and loving life…
Inner and outer laughter…
Always with an (Hey!) making sure…
That our morning would start…
In a glorious way…
God is more then just ok…
God is each and every day…
Yes…my wife is golden…not because…
Of age …but because of inner pride…
Her light which shines both day and night…
I assume I am the prodigal husband in this case…
For she smiles when she sees my face…
Her style…worthwhile…
What a deep, deep understanding…not that I obey…
But it is okay…what can I say…
Golden years has wheels…
And beautiful, beautiful chills…
And thrills…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVE

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