It was the Spring of 1962, the year, that on December 29th I would attain the age of twenty-one years of age and be able to buy a beer legally. I was at work at the time and talking to a fellow employee, about what now eludes me, and I remember the fellow saying to me &quot;isn't that odd?&quot;. Oddly, that thought took what seemed to me at the time permanent residence in my head. When I got home later that day and seeing my wife Mary standing at the stove preparing supper that odd thought was still with me so I sat down and wrote a little poem for her. The pack-rat that I am I put the poem away with a lot of other youthful writings and while going through these things a few months ago I came across the words I had written so many years ago. I thought I would share them with you, as corny as they are, and you may do with them whatever you wish.<br /> <br /> ODD THINGS:<br /> <br /> I have often wondered why<br /> Some people do odd things.<br /> Like throw away all reason<br /> For a pair of wedding rings<br /> <br /> Have you ever met or known<br /> Some one just like that?.<br /> Or have you ever let yourself<br /> Do an inane thing and on your face fall flat.<br /> <br /> Have you ever been lonely<br /> Have you ever felt sorrow?<br /> Have you ever chased a rainbow<br /> Then lose it and give up til tomorrow?<br /> <br /> If you have ever in your life<br /> Done such an odd thing.<br /> You really need to see someone<br /> Who will make you laugh and sing.<br /> <br /> I have done all those things and more<br /> Then I met a person who made me laugh and sing.<br /> You know of whom I speak<br /> The one to whom I gave a wedding ring.   Submitted By: Randolph Toope