to my wife of seventy years,

you're never too cold

to beat the heat,

you're never too old

for a cool summer treat,

you're never too bold

to spare some time,

you're never too sold

for a bunch of rhymes,

made by me

but gone are the days pure gold

when I did things as I were told

so swiftly so I could hold

a strawberry ice cream cone

and just melt away with you