The bride, white of hair, is stooped over her cane Her faltering footsteps need guiding. While down the church aisle, with wan toothless smile, The groom in a wheelchair comes riding. And who is this elderly couple you ask? You’ll find, when you’ve closely explored it, That here is that rare, most conservative pair, Who waited ‘til they could afford it.
A poem I just found by Richard Armour, a favorite author from sixty years ago... I think he saved my life when the dreaded high school "REQUIRED READING LIST' was like a millstone around my neck... "American Lit Relit," "The Classics Reclassified," "Twisted tales from Shakespeare," and others. I am assuming it is acceptable to post a poem from a famous poet?
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My suspicion is the wedding night won't be too exciting. Of course, one or both of them could go into cardiac arrest, requiring an influx of sirens and blinking lights.
My name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66.
I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..