June 28 2011
You prefer it when my poems rhyme
read Kant for relaxation late at night
are never less than utterly polite
and revel in the workplace pantomime.
You view unpunctuality as a crime
and never shy away from what is right.
Your bark’s enough; you rarely use your bite
when criticising those who waste your time.
You do not suffer fools with gladness, yet
you married me. Should I deduce from this
I am no fool, and that we are well met?
Now, twenty-five years on, do you regret
the years beyond our early wedded bliss?
Not I, nor wish one moment to forget.
First published in Reach Poetry