In college days
We saw things click.
Our time shared
Without measure.
The Bard’s fourteens
And Renaissance dreams
Our classrooms filled
With pleasure.
And racketball
Hard at the wall.
Brought sweat before
The evenings
When other sweats
That passion begets
Brought thrilling ardour’s
Seasoning.
Now married decades
One girl grown.
Do love fires
Still oft quicken.
While turkey roasts
With dressing rich
And stirring gravy thickens
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