Oh! We have come across thirty six dark thorny streets hand-in-hand
And ultimately stranded here in the land of opportunity.
I shook the tall money tree in the back yard.
But only the decayed leaves fell leaving the ripen fruits on the tree top.
My beloved wife wants to make a love cake on this particular day.
And she search the money in her till.
She grumbled that I have stolen half of the collection for my aromatic cigars in vain.
There the mail came and were some greeting cards from Australia, Sri-Lanka & et cetera.
Our precious daughters and son-in-laws have sent some of their hard earned money.
We must be very grateful to our loved ones!
I whispered to my cock-a-hoop wife's ear; ' Darling leave the bourgeois love cake aside,
Buy a cheap bottle of wine and finish it to the bottom.
Then we could have a sound sleep on the couch
Dreaming of a better world to-morrow.
* The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there.It's a foreign country with an unknown language to the young and even to the middle aged.
-May Sarton
As we are now
You reveal a well-worn, much loved partnership in this fine celebratory poem that laughs at itself even as it honors 36 years together. Your sharply drawn 'dig' at the 'new country' adds a poignant political note to this personal tribute. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Congratulations! You have come this far, hand in hand, and the darkness has not defeated you. Your pen creates a very vivid and significant picture of your daily life. Blessings to both of you and prayers for a brighter and better tomorrow. Excellent work, as always. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Nimal, It's nice to read this and congratulate you for your 46th anniversary by now. Not sure if you remember me? You were the one who invited to PoetFreak, long time ago, not sure if you recall. Best wishes. Luz