Late Wisdom

I've had my
bath and cleaned my teeth and brushed and combed my hair.
And when I put my make-up on, I took the utmost care.
For I have a feeling that tonight my boy will pop the question.
I mean about a wedding, not a very rude suggestion.
I wonder how he'll do it? Will he get down upon one knee?
And will he take my hands in his and say that he loves me?
He's such a lovely man you see; he really is a jewel.
For me he'd face the fires of hell or even fight a duel.
We'll marry at the local church, and I'll be all in white.
The day will be quite wonderful and better yet the night.
I've planned a lovely honeymoon where we two can be alone
For two romantic weeks of love, just we two on our own.
We won't have any children, though I'd like a pair of three.
For I have just turned sixty-nine and he is seventy-three.
If he does not propose tonight, he won't get any kisses,
For fifty years is long enough, to wait to be his misses.