Ferris Wheel

It’s the last day of the rest of our lives

Our hands tremor on a Ferris wheel

Our kids; their husbands and their wives

A dozen grand kids on our dying will


Careful not to call us old

For that we already know

For one day our story might be told

Of the kind of love with let show


Hand in hand, soul intertwined

Our smiles align our wrinkled faces

For everlasting love; few can find

In open and hidden places


It’s the final day of till death do us part

In sickness, health, richer and poorer

6 decades of marriage couldn’t keep us apart

In breathing, living, now and forever

tumblr_m8al7uLicX1rw733no1_500                 Tomi Olugbemi 1/13


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