The Middle Half of the Bed
One day, when we are old and gray and spent
Well lay back, thinking what this bed has meant
To usa symbol of our solemn vows,
A stage for all the wonder love allows.
Our unions like the strong mahogany:
The structure that has wedded you to me;
The counterpane and hunerd dollar sheets
Our private place for minds and flesh to meet.
I tease you for the way you stake your claim
Upon the very center of its frame,
But I vowthough it be a loss to me
Ill share the bed with generosity:
I wont begrudge your middle half to you
As long as Im allowed to be there, too.
Lets promise, when our grandkids grow past little
That well still meet each other in the middle.
A gift from CB to Royal
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