I cannot find you a token
of my well wishes for the day;
and I wish you well, not only now,
but ever, ever all the way.
These stones are cheap,
yes, they are even fake.
If only I could make them speak,
that the heart that giveth,
is not counterfeit.
The hurts and foibles,
the tears and errors;
these all I have brought to you.
These too shall have an end,
they must;
and in their end --
a beginning.
My best wishes again.
To my wife on her birthday, 08 July 1956.