A Mans Lament
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A Mans Lament
By Robert (Bob) Moore©
Is your sweet wife a neat freak, drives you crazy every day
you get something off the shelf, and she puts it away
you think that you have lost your mind, it happens very quick
and you start to doubt you did it, your mind just played a trick
Everything goes back again, by the end of every day
she’ll need that in the morning, but for now it goes away
its not something I care about, she does it for herself
back in the box, where it belongs, or maybe on the shelf
The study belongs to both of us, so I keep that halfway neat
there’s lots of wires and plugs and things, and I leave books on the seat
she still goes in to fix it up, the way that it should be
but not as much as other rooms, I call it OCD
The one place I can call my own, is out back in my shed
she rarely ever comes out there, and when she does, the dread
is written large across her face, but this place is for me
she does not say a word about the chaos she can see
There’s bits of wood, and tools and things, still sitting on the bench
and from last time I fixed the taps, she still can see the wrench
but I may need these things tomorrow, so right there they will stay
and if its not tomorrow, it could be another day
so we are both happy, and our boundaries keep within
she can keep our lovely house, as neat as a new pin
and I will have my man cave, to do what I must do
live with chaos and uncertainty, of what’s the next best thing to do.
Copyright © Robert J Moore | Year Posted 2016
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