AS BEAUTIFUL NOT AS THEN
To my adorable wife on her 60th birthday
By Dean Beaty 11/17/05
When I was very young and didn’t know a lot,
The future bothered me and made me some distraught.
For when I looked around and viewed the elderly,
Gray hair and wrinkled skin was all that I could see.
Because in youthful bliss I could not understand,
Where romance had a part when looks were not as grand.
You see I could not know how one could say in truth.
“You’re beautiful to me,” when one had lost their youth.
But now I’m up in years, as old as those I’d seen.
And now I understand my mind is now serene.
For God who made us all and two of us as one,
Made romance for the old, as well as for the young.
My eyes are not that old, that I cannot now see,
The changes that have come upon both you and me.
But as I draw you near, to me you look the same,
As beautiful to me, as the day you took my name