I really do love my wife
Been with her for most of my life
Why she keeps me I don’t understand
I can’t possibly be her best man
At home she’s always doing some work
Makes me feel like I am one lazy dude
I sometimes try to clean the house
But somehow I don’t do it right
Not a speck of dirt in sight
I was proud to have a decent job
Bring in what I could to toss in the kitty
No longer employed because of the stress
My sanity restored at my home address
Now I have vice’s I must admit
One too many for her to accept
But I refuse to play by her rules
But I did finally quit the booze
Now it’s on to another day
No job at present, but I get state money
I guess that’s not enough for my honey
At almost sixty I see retirement in sight
Just pay off the house and things will be fine
Why can’t my lady be happy with the way things are?
Retirement is not far away
Is there no time left for play?
The youthful days are long gone
I wish I felt like I was part of the family
At family gatherings I am often ignored
Not good enough to command some respect
That’s ok by me… I enjoy my own company
So now I spend my day’s writing
Listening to music and having a snack
Hoping to bring some excitement back
My lady is free to join me or read my verse
Things can’t get much worse
