True Poem

She was walking across the office,

Twenty-eight years ago.

I was really impressed with that yellow dress,

And, she was walking kinda slow.

Then I found out she was married,

So, I let that notion go.

She was walking across the office,

Twenty-eight years ago.

Then, a sad and wonderful thing I heard.

She was getting divorced. That was the word.

Now, it's twenty-five years we're married.

And, I mean to let you know,

I'm glad I was in the office,

Twenty-eight years ago.