Happiness

I took my husband's arm in a firm grip
Though he is old, and I am aged too.
The playhouse was the purpose of our trip,
Of tickets in the stalls we'd purchased two.

I sat there with my man till late at night
Aglow with dreams all radiant and bright.
Though I am just a Jewish cobbler's wife,
What blessings now surround my humble life!

Throughout the land I want to have it said:
"A happy lot she has that none can mar."
Our sons are doctors. Far above our head
In heaven's vault there brightly shines a star!