Morning again Bethsledge,
It looks pretty good. A story often repeated for high School "jocks" I think. I had trouble with one spot-------------------------------
Three years later, they married
A bouquet of HOPE she carried
EACH DAY she told herself, HE'LL find his way
He had toasted her promotion
But relapsed to reminisce ‘bout glory days
I don't know exactly how it fits with your first two sections but aside from that, In the second line here, if she was dreading this, looks like she wouldn't have married the guy?
I stuck in a couple sugs and then "Lotion" seems like it might be "for the rhyme"
I think it's working pretty good
(Get 'er Arun <G>)