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For 60 years we’ve walked the path of life together.

Sometimes the way was smooth

and the flowers bright.

But a lot of times

the way was steep and the rock hard to climb. 

But you held my hand

and I held yours.

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From boy and girl, to man and woman;

from young lovers to best friends. 

You held my hand and I held yours.

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For 60 years in a thousand ways we tried

to express our love and show we cared.

We grew to love the good things about each other

and tolerate the “not so good.”

and through it all

you held my hand and I held yours.

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What does the future hold?

 It’s not for us to know.  Be it flowers or be it rocks,

if you hold my hand, I’ll hold yours.

Margie