My Pessimistic Wife
I go in for chemo session #2 tomorrow. I sure hope my blood platelets are
somewhat back to normal or at least healthy enough so that we can get this next
session under our belt. As for the poem – OK, I admit it – I do exaggerate a little
when it comes to some of my poems. But if you know Pat (my wife) (and you really
should as she is the better half) than you know I don’t exaggerate all that much
when it comes to her thinking. She worries about everything while I laugh
everything off. That’s why we make such a good couple all these 40 years.
Mike
My Pessimistic Wife
My pessimistic wife
Wants to put me in a bubble
With my platelet count the way it is
She’s predicting naught but trouble
She took away my razor
She’s hidden my nail clippers
She won’t let me go barefoot
She doesn’t trust my slippers
I think she’s thinking steel toes
And a suit of armor suit
A helmet for my head then
A place where I’ll take root
The roses – no, the whole outside
She considers them quite deadly
If I should prick my finger
Will I become a dead me?
With Band-Aids in her pockets
She’s watching like a hawk
Points out all the obstacles
Each time I stand to walk
She’s probably thinking padding
For my elbows and my knees
I can’t take much more of this
Won’t someone stop her please?
Sure my platelet count is down some
But barely under par
I’m not a hemophilic
Nothings gone that far
I’d have to nick an artery
For there to be a geyser
Someone needs to sit her down
Talk to her – advise her
I know that her intentions
Are as noble as can be
But this all day long attention
Will be the death of me
Mdailey 5/26/11
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2011
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