Maybe a little stubborn but
it’s always to do what you know is right.
Besides you’re not the kind that can stay angry; not for long.
Still each time we have our differences,
no matter; we don’t fight,
and it never takes long before we’ve moved on; yes you’re that strong.
So easy to come up with something pat;
like we’re both too old for foolish tit-for-tat. Or
we’ve worked so hard together we can’t afford to leave anything broken.
With too much to lose and it’s a fact
times too short to waste it like that.
But who am I kidding that’s not the reason—it’s because you’re golden.
So many times, so many days,
others come first; no reward or praise.
Never look back, that time was all well-spent; invested; not stolen.
You’d never have it any other way;
nothing anyone could say,
and it’s not ‘cause you were pushed there; it’s because you’re golden.
Seems there’s only work and tightening our belts;
the time that we once shared just melts.
Memories come from way back when time was just ours; no fuss.
But so far way in time like ancient Celts,
those two people seem like someone else.
Sill those times when we touch ground together you know it’s still us.
And who knows where the years have gone.
I only know time keeps moving on.
And each day we get leaves memories I’ll never grow tired of holding.
Our picture’s still got so much left un-drawn,
and, yes, silver gives something else to wish upon
But I’ll just stay and keep being thankful that from now on, you’re golden.
Happy 50th 🙂