Now hold on honey!
I’m not convinced that you’re walking!
I think you’re caught up in squawking
At all the things that you’ve been knocking
You say I do.
Yes, I’m catching all your saying.
I just don’t believe you’re swaying
Anyone who hears your braying
That we’re through.
I think maybe you’re forgetting
All the good times we’ve been netting
And the blessings you’ll be letting
I’ve been with you through the dark times
And I’ll stay with you through those hard climbs
As we cherish all the end rhymes
On our way.
I'm Not Convinced
I’m not convinced that you’re walking.
How could I be, when you’re not talking?
You just sit there, quietly balking,
At what I say.
But I’m glad to see you thinking
Of all the things you’d be sinking
If you cling to that inkling
That I’ll stray.
Why don’t we just start out by praying
About the vows we’d be breaking
And ask God for help in weighing
What we need.
If you’ll recall what brought us together,
All those things that we still treasure,
It’s a love of such great measure
We should heed.
I’m not convinced that you’re walking
From that grin that I see stalking
Across your face as you’re clocking
What I say.
And I’m glad to see you rocking
To these things I’ve been hawking
It’s our future that I’m chalking
All the way.
-- Copyright June 2016, Kirby Lee Davis