If you could repeat your years of marriage, would you?

Again?

       

Time has dimmed your sight, my love,

That I might always be the bride

You claimed so long ago.

Time has softened my sharp edges,

And gentled me.

From you, I took courage

To soar higher than my dreams

While you patiently waited.

Would I do it all again?

No, my love,

We did it so well the first time.


Margaret Hall Simpson