Bronze

The eighth anniversary symbol is bronze,
A marriage of copper and tin.
Copper has value and beauty and strength,
Virtues without and within.

But tin is an idle and colorless fraud,
An indifferent, middling, mean metal.
At best it might be a common tin can
Or a tired old tin cup or kettle.

But put them together and they have a glow,
A patina rare and alluring,
The mean and the beautiful alloyed with love,
Matchless and rich and enduring.

When two metals their singular mettles combine,
The joys of alloys may begin.
Just so, Slade and Mary are bronze,
She’s his copper and he is her tin.