They lived together thirty years, <br />I Through storm and sunshine, weal and woe; <br />They shared each other's hopes and fears — <br />She still his sweetheart, he her beau; <br />She, proud of him, though he was not <br />A millionaire, or known to fame. <br />The wife — contented with her lot, <br />The man — well, very much the same. <br /> <br />He never thought she ought to be <br />Always agreeable and gay; <br />And she did not expect that he <br />Would never have a grouchy day. <br />She did not think that he was one <br />Without a single fault or whim, <br />Nor did she try a paragon <br />Of goodness to make out of him. <br /> <br />But, hand in hand, they went along <br />Through all the moods that humans know; <br />Displeasure came when things went wrong, <br />She still his sweetheart, he her beau. <br />Frowns, smiles, delight, despair, they knew, <br />With love always to dry their tears, <br />Just simple human folks, those two <br />Who lived together thirty years.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-unusual/
