50 Years In Marriage

i sit beside you, i am a little drunk on this birthday party of
an influential man
and i remember you years ago
you lectured on marriage and how marriage should be preserved
not in a jar
but in a social millieu where everyone looks at you with respect

you just retired from government service and your husband shall have his last
year and you will be happier together on a planned cruise, a trip to israel,
hongkong, thailand, and possibly europe
and the united states of america,

pure leisure, and i am a little drunk with fundador, and i had the courage to
ask you in a joke

madam, what makes a marriage work?
my friends have already lived their own lives,
broken marriages,
(and repaired the wounds of their heart)

and you lifted a finger and made the
f sign....

i don't believe it, you are saying, in a loud voice, overpowering the ballroom
music,

it is all about sex, take note, she did not laugh at all,
have a good sex life
and everything will work out right.

i think i must believe her.
Her face looks like a V.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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