The years have rolled away <br />one after the other, <br />but it is only like yesterday <br />when it all begun. <br />It was a Saturday in September, <br />I remember it so well <br />and I was as nervous as could be. <br /> <br />The sun was shining thankfully <br />and the big day had arrived. <br />My best man took me for a drive <br />miles away from where I should be. <br />I became a clock-watcher, <br />watching the minutes tick on by <br />and fearing all the time I’d be late. <br /> <br />My heart was beating franticly <br />as I watched the hands on my watch. <br />My best man seemed to drag it out. <br />However, would I get there on time? <br />If this was to calm me down <br />it was having the opposite effect. <br />My hands were shaking like a leaf on a windy day. <br /> <br />Finally we started back, <br />my fears still not relieved. <br />I glanced at my watch <br />every time we had to stop. <br />Thinking all the while, <br />we were going to be late, <br />but my best man wasn’t ruffled. <br /> <br />My panic tones kept echoing <br />until we stopped outside <br />the small church down the street <br />from where I lived. <br />Thankfully, we got there <br />just in the nick of time, <br />as my bride had not arrived yet. <br /> <br />Here forty-one years later <br />I still remember my panic <br />on our wedding day, <br />as I wondered if I would <br />get there in time <br />to say the words I do, <br />but I did. <br /> <br />In a couple of weeks <br />we celebrate again <br />as another year has sped by. <br />Are we still happy? <br />Through all our troubles <br />and discord through the years, <br />we are still together <br />and that answers the question. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />1 September 2011<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forty-one/
