A Toast

To a goldenage woman face

lined with care.

But she looks like an angel

with her soft snow white hair.

If I torment or tease her

alas and aback.

She'll lose her cool and then

blow her stack.

But memories of her love and many

moments of bless.

There's nothing in heaven that

can equal this.

For sixty long years of her love

I can boast.

So to my dear wife, I

offer this toast.