A wind is blowing cold today. It’s rustling my inner thoughts, swirling them around. A bit confused, my thoughts are, but I remain an individual.

This is my first poem when I was in 5th grade.

People just don’t stay married like they used to, seems like we give up to easily,
or maybe the world has just plain thrown too much at us to be able to cope. Marriage is something we all hope will be for a life time. I remember my grandparents…Their life wasn’t easy but they never quit and they were as much in love to the day my grandfather died, well after sixty years of marriage, as they were the day my grandmother walked down the isle and said "I do" to grandpa.

For a story contest. The theme was “Pretentious”, but I too long for the rules. I still like it! I’m not sure I like the title.