Fifty years we’ve been together,
beat the odds’ symbolic weather.
Still old memories make me tingle,
back when I was firmly single.
Most times stirred when hear a song,
from a place that’s so long gone.
Seems it’s always ‘bout a girl,
back my thoughts begin to swirl.
Relationships that did not last,
now a part of our mixed past.
Does she still think fond of me?
What might have been to a degree?
Are there memories with no joy,
or pleasant thoughts for that young boy.
Is she glad I did not choose her,
and thinks me a Total Loser.