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MARRY CARRY
by Charles E MinshallWhen we were young
With knee bent plea,
I asked for your hand.
Please marry me?
Again I ask for your hand
With knee bent plea,
Damn arthritis got to me.
11/28/2008 Posted on 11/28/2008
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/28/08 at 07:48 PM Got that right, Charlie. Bones, by nature become brittle, difficult to bend or straighten or both. All may break...but a pleadge of love is a great constant, its inherent fluidity is proof.. Well said, ChrMin. Thanks. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 11/28/08 at 10:51 PM haha :) Oh Charlie, you are a silly man! I love it & you! xoxo |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/28/08 at 10:59 PM I have to ask for my man to open the pickle jar now. So far, my knees still work. I liked your poem - nice segue from then to now. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/29/08 at 01:38 AM Yep! A look at life with that same touch of dry wit! |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 12/02/08 at 02:48 AM Heh heh... Very nice! |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 05/22/11 at 04:29 PM Ha Ha! Always good for a giggle you are! |
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