A Much-Neglected Woman

My bones are weakening, they have carried this manly man through heaven and hell and back again. I’ve always chased women, and on too few occasions have actually caught them. Now, here in my down-hill race against time, I’m beginning to get in touch with my female side. I cry over grandchildren and sad dog tales. My inner woman has emerged, and she is a pretty pissed at me; she resents being mostly ignored for so many years. I imagine buying her flowers, and reading Sylvia Plath together while I dab our eyes, or maybe watch a chick flic like ‘Love Actually’. I did, I watched it, but alas fell asleep – of course she had to keep waking me up. I shouldn’t complain, she has stayed with me now through thick and thicker, and I love her, in my very manly way.