2020 Celebration of 50 Years Married

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon

Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in

Safely locked away awhile, with her I'm glad to be
Who else would tolerate my fits of rage
And my ennui
I've grown accustomed to her look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
(I think that's her face)