Make Way for Tomorrow

My husband and I went to visit my dad for dinner last night and we watched a 1937 nearly-forgotten movie (which in my opinion should be a classic).

In the film, a poem is recited by an old woman to her dear husband, looking back on the years of their marriage.

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It resonated with me so strongly and I thought it was worth holding onto:

"A man and a maid stood hand in hand;
bound by a tiny wedding band.
Before them lay the uncertain years
that promised joy and, maybe tears.
"Is she afraid?" thought the man of the maid.

"Darling," he said in a tender voice,
"Tell me. Do you regret your choice?
'We know not where the road may wind,
'or what strange byways we may find.
'Are you afraid?" said the man to the maid.

She raised her eyes and spoke at last.
"My dear," she said, "the die is cast.
'The vows have been spoken. The rice has been thrown.
'Into the future we’ll travel alone.
'With you," said the maid, "I’m not afraid."

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