Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

Green Years

When we were green to our marriage
About all things I was sure I was right. 
My love’s views I was quick to disparage.
Dismissing her points as weak and slight.

She kindly listened to my verbal bluster.
Sometimes smiling in her knowing way.
While I shouted every fact I could muster,
Ever more proud of myself day by day.

But events proved I was often astray.
Yet my love never said, “I told you so.”
She gently smiled in her knowing way,
And from green years I began to grow.

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Andrea Dietrich September 20, 2015 at 1:36 AM good for you. Getting out of those green years!

Lindsay Laurie September 3, 2015 at 8:17 PM G'day Paul... learning along the way; compromising, and listening. Your poem is well written Paul - Lindsay Paul Schneiter September 3, 2015 at 10:04 PM I value and appreciate your comment, Lindsay. The term "man of the house" (thankfully, not heard much these days), tended to lead to some spouse abuse. My poem is not biographical, but I have known men who think their voice is the only one that should be heard.