Forty Seven Years Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

We met in nineteen fifty five
and never noticed love arrive.
We little thought it would survive
for forty seven years.

We tasted joy and faced the pain
through summer sun and autumn rain
and listened to love’s sweet refrain
for forty seven years.

The clock has gone from Lover’s Way.
Its time is done, it’s had its day,
it gently ticked the time away
for forty seven years.

I well remember standing there
with perfect teeth and wavy hair.
I left them on the thoroughfare
of forty seven years.

But that was then and now is now.
Let’s stand up proud and take a bow.
Be glad we struggled on somehow
through forty seven years.

Our love will last eternally
for you mean all the world to me.
I thank you for the memory
of forty seven years.