[Douglas G. Brown]

When I was just a callow youth, and you ... a sweet young thing;
I held it as a simple truth, my chimes you'd always ring.

One nervous day so long ago, my twenty second spring;
I ponied up my hard-earned dough to buy your wedding ring.

I still recall our wedding day, on Uncle Arthur's farm;
We took our first roll in the hay, and how I loved your charm.

The ladder which life is about loomed high when we were young;
United, we set boldly out, ascending rung by rung.

Though now we both are old and gray ... Remember olden times
When we would frolic in the hay? Now, still you ring my chimes.