Booby Prize Or A Fine Romance? 2

Yesterday I wrote a joke poem, Booby Prize Or A Fine Romance, it told the story of how I met my wife, all those years ago. Yes, it was at her first husband’s funeral, and yes a group of us met a couple weeks later in a coffee bar, but no it was not the drawing of a straw, it was that I volunteered, which I guess was lucky for me, because on the 12th of September this year we celebrate our 37th Wedding Anniversary. Her first husband was a friend, but he was a womaniser. He met his dead in a suicide pact with a fourteen-year-old girl. He left a wife and two small children, without a thought or care, a month before Christmas that year. Some said I was brave to take on a ready-made family. I do not think I was brave, but very lucky that day. We have had our ups and downs like all families do, but I would not change a bit of it. The greatest gifts I received that day, was a family for a lonely life, and tolerance through trouble and strife. Therefore, it is with thanks to them, I am the man I am today.