Our Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary
The Golden Yoke
On this, our fiftieth, we find
We’re Siamese twins conjoined by years
To share all things of heart and mind —
Like blessings, curses, smiles and jeers.
We’ve tried divergent ways and crashed
Like tangled marionettes who glare
Across tough cords that can’t be slashed
To make of one a sullen pair.
And when the surgeons urge division,
Assuring both the job’s best done,
We’re filled at once with consternation
And promptly dial 911.
Republished with permission of "Lyric," Vol.82, 2002