Fifty-Five Years Ago
By Robert W. Cluney

I met the girl when she was twenty-one
And she was a beauty to see
I never knew what a girl like that
Could see in a guy like me
But now as my memory wanders back
I'm sure glad to know
That I married the girl I met fifty-five years ago
Our love has run on through the years
Though it hit a bump or two
I still get a thrill when she holds my hand
And says darling I love you
The years have put lines in her face
Time will take its toll
But when I look at her I see the girl I married
Fifty-five years ago