I have so many faults, I know it’s true
I’m trying to correct them, but it’s hard to do.
My faults have become goals that I must achieve
By doing this, they won’t be seen.
I’ll turn off the television and at my computer I’ll sit
My wife sees me and she catches a fit.
She says that if I could - I’d be on the computer 24/7
And that’s not the way that I’ll get to heaven.
She says it’s an obsession, and I say it’s a passion
And my daughter tells me it’s not in fashion.
My daughter tells me “ dad- you’re up in your years”
And the loss of the other eye, I do fear.
My grandson calls me “ one eyed jack”
And against me the cards are stacked.
Mom and granny are ganging up on you
And there is nothing that I can do.
They’ll tell me to keep quiet or go to another room
So my fight ends real soon.
For a seven year old , he has wisdom beyond his years
And both women against me he does have fears.
My daughter is getting me a laptop with more memory
Which I think will make it easier for me.
I could hide in the bathroom and continue to write
And I’ll be out of her sight.
( ha-ha - I can’t wait) p.s. -this is my 600th poem YAH