I guess it’s still an anniversary,
Exactly fifty years since we were wed
With heartfelt promises ’till death do part’
That echoed in that huge old chilly church.
For many years, it seemed, our life was charmed,
Endowed with earned degrees, a lovely child,
And grander houses every time we moved
On up the ladder. Earnestly we swore
There was no gap, no continental drift,
Until we could not hear each other’s rails,
Although we shouted loud and louder still.
So, disobeying vows, I sailed alone
Towards a life of freedom to explore
Strange worlds, and to discover my own self.
The journeys, and the ports, have taught me well.
And now – surprise! – you are my friend again.
We meet from time to time and tell our tales
Of very different fantasies and trails.
Tonight we sit and raise our glasses high
To celebrate lives richer than we dreamed.
– Pat Harvey
