My wife knew me when we were 10. We met again at 23, married at 25, have been happily married for 47 years
Marriage Math
I wake each day with a silent vow,
To earn my points—and not ask how.
For marriage math, as husbands learn,
Is less about time, it's what you earn.
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I start with coffee, drives her 'round,
My chauffeuring skills are quite renowned.
I'm tech support with patient grace,
Resetting passwords she can’t place.
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I set the table, neat and square,
(Though forks and spoons still get a stare).
I load the dishwasher nice and slow—
Then I put stuff away where each should go.
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I shop with her and push the cart,
A noble beast with patient heart.
I say, “Yes dear,” while pushing slow,
Avoiding snacks she said must go.
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She says, “It’s forty-nine, not six.”
I smile and dodge the math she picks.
“For every year,” I softly plead,
“I’ve logged my chores and many good deeds!”
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Our love’s not loud, it’s calm and deep,
With jokes and jabs we gently keep.
She calls me out, I play along,
A bond like ours? Unshakably strong.
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So each day ends with her soft glance,
And I'm very glad for this romance.
Not just for points, not just to strive—
But 'cause I'm lucky she’s alive
