Thirty-five
Sometimes I wasn’t sure
We’d make it
Sometimes I wasn’t sure
I wanted to
When we started
I assumed we’d get here
Expected us to stay together
But had no clue what was ahead
Or what it would take
It’s not a milestone,
Like fifty
But well past twenty-five
People notice twenty-five and fifty
Appears thirty-five
Is no big deal
According to public opinion,
At least
Memories made
And more forgotten
Seasons of devotion
And trials of anxiety
Grace remembered
And offenses forgiven
And much forgiven again
It is the choice we made
The path we’ve followed
And I would choose it again
I think I do
I hope we do
Everyday
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