My wedding ring is very plain.
It’s just a band of gold
And with its mate, it’s like my marriage –
Thirty-nine years old.
We chose our rings and had them then
Inscribed with words intended
To last a lifetime; substitutes
Are rarely recommended.
That ring is like a part of me
So I cannot explain
How in the shower, it slipped off
And tumbled down the drain.
We tried to get it back. Alas,
It seems to be quite gone.
I shed some tears and still feel sad
But life and love go on.
I’ll search for a replacement and
The moment that I choose it,
My husband’s new inscription will be,
“This time – do not lose it!”