“You need to grow up!”
Critic said. “Why, buttercup.?”
Friends serene, still fun,
Loving with my honey bun,
Sprinkle magic across all years,
Not to worry, with cheers,
Forty years later, your spell,
Love more heaven than hell,
Guess we’re still juvenile,
Admire you and your smile,
Benefits glow, like the sun,
Golden years with my one!
That loving feeling we sought,
Our bliss can never be bought….
Baby Boomer Scribblings. 