Through All Our Years Together
Through All Our Years Together
By Franklin Price
02/10/2022
Through all our years together
Was so glad you were my wife
I can't imagine otherwise
What would have been another life
We loved each other equally
Satisfaction when we'd mate
Sometimes we'd even argue
Then one of us capitulate
Never left each other angrily
I kissed you on your lips at night
Said, “I love you”, every morning
We never lifted hands to fight
We shared most things together
But often, when it came to work,
You thought that I went overboard,
And even, sometimes, was a jerk.
I traveled for the business
We spent much time, on the phone
Although sometimes you doubted,
When I was gone, I slept alone.
My job took me around the world
Never had an outside fling
I knew I had the best at home
You were my love, who wore my ring.
Later on you traveled with me
Then, we had our outside fling
Went to exciting places
To those memories, I cling
From the Grand Canal in Venice
To the streets of London town
At Loch Ness, up in Scotland,
Saw the monster going down
Went to the Red Light District
You know, the one in Amsterdam
Just to look and not participate
That's who we were, and who I am
Motorcycled in South Africa
Saw falling snow in Germany
Cruised across the wide Atlantic
With good friends and you and me
Saw the highest tides in all the world
The Bay of Fundy was the place
Fifty feet from low to high
Twice a day. It's quite a race
Rode our Harleys on a Posse ride
Touching the lower forty-eight
Was divided up in two rides
For two summers, had a date
West of the Mississippi
Went to all states, that were there
Seven thousand miles in nineteen days
Each rode our own, were quite the pair
Year two we covered all the East
Finished off in Harley Land
Got a badge and silver bullet
You had to ride to understand
Meanwhile, our only daughter
Had grown up to give us grands
We gave them rides behind us
Holding on with tiny hands
Now they both are grown up
The oldest one is now with child
When he's born, we will see him
Our life's adventures not so mild
You're now looking down from heaven
As I write and reminisce
When our great grandson's delivered
You'll be blowing him kiss.
There are more tales that I could tell
But for now this is the end
You're still with me, though you're gone
My wife, my lover and my friend.
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