Another Year

Another year, and everything's the same:
Her eyes, my face, my arm around her shoulder,
The little parties, and the guests who came.
Another year, and we are only older
Still with each other, still enjoying life,
The same small problems, in the same small ways,
The same fresh bread cut with a different knife
(Because the old one broke), the lazy days
Still spent together lounging on the couch:
All these are priceless, and they all remain.
I'm still the same irascible old grouch,
She still puts up with it, and keeps me sane.
Together it has been another year
And as you might expect, we are still here.