The playing-field

The pictures, a life of pleasure
no blood, sweat and tears
but people around
my cradle in the family circle

through the gate, the playground
in the park, the stage
of the children
we still are

Then, everyone around the field
halfway through the match
that could still be won
at the time

our hands on the cherry wood
with the rings of our vow
in the middle of the room
on the happiest day

Everything has been celebrated
surrounded by loved ones and friends
for life, in turn each other's
audience around the field