Forty-seven years, and still counting! Over so much time, so much change! Remember when we were our children's ages, There in the thick of working out our lives? Years are leaves piling up around us.
Sing, then, of the blessings that surround us, Each wonder that the wondering heart revives! Vast one's life! We travel it in stages, Even as love makes the land less strange, Needing love to make life more inviting.
You and I together have been dancing, Embraced through years we would not rearrange, Although, of course, we might excise some pages, Returning, turning to the dance, where lies Such grace as still has power to astound us.