The wedding ring
lay heavy on the
third finger, as my
finger ages, it sunkens
and digs deep. The
wedding ring never
ages, its tiny diamonds
still sparkles, it glows
like a pale moon…
A woe, a misery it
has tight grip around
my swollen finger like
metal shackles…
It’s glorious sheen
encircles my timid heart
As I finish my odd chores
I look at my wedding-ring
It never ages!
I threw it once down the
stairs, had a toast to
myself but a well-wisher
left it in my porch.
I lamented!
My finger has aged but
the wedding ring never
ages!!
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