"Make Way for Tomorrow" - poem

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."