We might not be as swift,
but our marriage remains a gift.
Even as our bodies waiver,
our love remains to savor,
one year more marked in our favor.
Years one through forty-seven
were indeed a bit like heaven.
And a quiet forty-eight
was slightly more than great.
This year, we had to strive
somewhat, just to survive,
but hey, we’re still alive,
and life is looking nifty
as we approach big fifty,
so we’ll declare it extra fine,
our anniversary number forty-nine.
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