20 years and Go To Vegas Poem by Amy Jackson
I was 19 years old…
I loved him…. no doubt.
But… I was 19 and stupid.
He loved me in spite of myself.
We lived.
Had kids…
Had bills…
Had memories…
And now? It has been 20 years.
20 years? Really?
Where did the time go?
To kids…
To bills…
To our memories.
Time to make some new ones.
Not kids…. memories!
Off to Vegas.
Vegas?
Yes…. Vegas!
A toast to the next 20.