It was way back in “thirty-three”,
With me no bigger than a flee,
A ceremony great to see
Performed for two, then jamboree!
Swift went the years, all sliding past,
As life went on so very fast.
Wed sixty-five, it’s been a blast.
For future years we make forecast:
Congratulations are in store.
And now we wish them even more,
To cherish what has gone before,
Anticipate, enjoy, adore!
(October 1998)