Fifty Years <\/p>\n
She stops outside number 82, sees a woman
\nSimilar to the one
\nShe herself remembers being.
\nRecollects her 21st, over fifty years ago,
\nAnd her husband to be, waiting
\nUntil after the pub closed to attend,
\nNot sharing until years later
\nThat he needed the Dutch courage to even enter the house.<\/p>\n
Recollects her 21st, over fifty years ago,
\nWonders what happened to that girl
\nFull of life and hope,
\nWho dared to love.
\nBut her husband is gone
\nAnd she is left alone,
\nStanding outside a house no longer hers,
\nFilled only with memories.<\/p>\n
The woman who looks like she used to,
\nHalf her age, no wrinkles or worries,
\nListens and laughs
\nIn all the right places,
\nLets her stop and talk,
\nAnd she finally feels seen,
\nEven though she misses her husband, and
\nRecollects her 21st, over fifty years ago.<\/p>\n
The town has changed a lot,
\nBut she stays here \u2013 born and bred,
\nLikes to tell her story,
\nReminisce and remember
\nShe can still hear the music,
\nOf the days when the dancing
\nLasted all night, and they greeted the dawn,
\nThat one night, on her 21st, over fifty years ago.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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