Anonymous

The bride, white of hair, is stooped over her cane.
Her footsteps, uncertain, need guiding.
While down the church isle, with a wan toothless smile,
The groom in his wheelchair comes riding.
And who is this elderly couple, thus wed?
You'll find, when you've closely explored it,
That this is that rare, most conservative pair,
Who waited till they could afford it.

From the famous author, Anonymous.