Matthew Green.

Matthew Green was rather lean

and asked to hold my hand.

I told him yes as long as together we could stand.

Matthew Green was not so mean:

He loved me dearly, oh.

He gave me all his true fine words just to let me me know:

He, Matthew Green, was mine to be and never would let go.

Matthew Green grew not so lean,

and neither did his wife.

Together we grew in gentle grayness, together we grew in life.

Author's Note

can't decide if I want to say "grew rich in life," or just leave it as is..