Where do we go from here, my dear?
In what direction shall we roam?
Entirely our choice to steer
The way of our mobile home.
Fiftieth anniversary
Of marriage, we two took a vow
To take a trip through the country,
Enjoy together, here and now.
And what a trip we have been on,
Oldies but goodies living new,
Memories of yesterdays gone,
We've done so much and more to do.
The where to go will be bestowed,
The next adventure down the road.
Celebrating her fame with the brand-new two seater (your title Two For The Road) and beautiful Isadora (the famous dancer) died in her own brandnew car. The cause?
A mobile home sounds very cool, did you mean it literally? The poem iz superb ans fab to read. Marriage is great. Kudos! Also plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'squash the hate hate bug'
Marriage is a neverending journey. A well expressed poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cause of her death: She was strangled by her own scarf. This was a true incident in an accident. Her brand-new car would not go further, because of that eerie occurrence. The scarf came inbetwixt the Twoseater's wheels. Greatest tragedy at that time