Off on the holliers tomorrow with my hubby of well, lots of years. In spite of many ups and downs we’re still mates and still looking forward to going camping together. When we got married I was nineteen and there were one or two who said it wouldn’t last well nay nyah nay nyah yah – actually its too late they’re mostly dead. Heigh Ho
They said it wouldn’t last, that we’d soon flounder,
That we were young and silly and naïve.
That I was just a child and you a bounder,
Or at least just looking for a way to leave
Your father’s house and have your own dominion
And someone there to wash and cook and clean.
They said that soon we’d see our stupid folly,
That one of us would make the break and run.
Once the daily grind replaced the romance
With dirty socks and shirts instead of fun…
A half a century past and so much laughter
And tears and grief and worry by the load
But hand in hand and now it seems much faster
We make our way together on life’s road.
The battles that we’ve fought have made us stronger
and though the boy I met has long since gone
I think that we can last a whole lot longer
And show them all that actually they were wrong.