Oh! We have come across thirty six dark thorny streets hand-in-hand <br />And ultimately stranded here in the land of opportunity. <br />I shook the tall money tree in the back yard. <br />But only the decayed leaves fell leaving the ripen fruits on the tree top. <br />My beloved wife wants to make a love cake on this particular day. <br />And she search the money in her till. <br />She grumbled that I have stolen half of the collection for my aromatic cigars in vain. <br />There the mail came and were some greeting cards from Australia, Sri-Lanka & et cetera. <br />Our precious daughters and son-in-laws have sent some of their hard earned money. <br />We must be very grateful to our loved ones! <br />I whispered to my cock-a-hoop wife's ear; ' Darling leave the bourgeois love cake aside, <br />Buy a cheap bottle of wine and finish it to the bottom. <br />Then we could have a sound sleep on the couch <br />Dreaming of a better world to-morrow. <br /> <br />* 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. <br />-May Sarton <br />As we are now<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-36th-wedding-anniversary/
