Thirty-eight is more
than just a number,
Having joined through love the flow of flesh,
Inheriting the future, choosing life,
Rejoicing in the wisdom of a wife,
The seed of which the person is the creche,
Yielding what the years cannot
encumber.
Even as the tree is not the
lumber,
Infinity awaits your will, as such,
Graced to be the cradle of a grief
Howling through the tapestries of touch,
The passion wrapped in swaddling clothes of
slumber.
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Audio and Video Music: English Country Garden. By Aaron Kenny. Music free to use at YouTube.