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!”