The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
The treasures of time are loaded on my back
What a welcome burden! Memories alone
Would be a lottery win...
Stepping out from the wooden shed
Before me’s the garden (and then the house)
There's every shade, from deepest red...
