90 Days Revisited Poem by Richard Jarboe

I see by your style you're versatile,
I see by your smile you're going to stick around a while,
And when we grow old, this moment will turn to gold,
And I'll see you next to me loving childishly like the wind
Fiendishly without sin, between the unspoken and serene.

90 days,90 nights
Turned into 30 years,
Some said it couldn't last,
So raise your glass.

My wife and I wish you well,
So when the party comes to an end,
Hope you have a safe trip home,
And on your anniversary, hope you're not alone.