Till Death - Poem by Judith Blatherwick

It got to the part in the service
The priest said "Till death do you part".
The nature of his situation
Made the bridegroom look up with a start.

He took a quick look at his young bride.
So beautiful, brimming with life.
There was not a second of doubt that
He wanted to make her his wife.

But though he tried hard to suppress it
He couldn't ignore the idea
That if he lived on to an old age
He'd look and she still would be near.

What if she turned into an old nag
Who didn't know when to let go?
Or if she grew old and quite ugly
But he mustn't ever say so?

What if she lost touch with her fun side
And got very boring and dull?
What if he, with glass overflowing,
Got stuck with her, glass just half full?

The young bride looked at him still smiling.
He felt overcome with romance.
His fears and his doubts all just melted.
He decided that he'd take the chance.

"I do" said the groom with such feeling.
He felt glad that they'd soon be wed.
His heart was the glorious victor
In the battle it fought with his head.

It got to the part in the service
The priest said "Till death do you part".
The nature of her situation
Made the young bride look up with a start.

"No way can I make that commitment.
That is much too long, in my view.
Perhaps we could set a time limit
And when that is up I'll review".

Poems by Judith Blatherwick

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