For John on our silver wedding anniversary

 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


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