My Household is now three
My daughter got up and left,
She found a man who married her
And now she feels at rest.
My son, my wife and me:
That’s the three that remain,
My son can stay as long as he likes;
On me he is no strain.
And besides, wifey is happy
To have two men around
Especially since the older man
Could soon be getting down.
He is pretty close to 70 now:
Considered a ripe old age,
No doubt she will need some help
To help him at that stage.
Already he is showing signs
That senior citizens display,
But they love and have much fun
Believing that is his way.
My wife, on the other hand,
She is pretty much like before,
She keeps very close tabs on me
Especially if I go near the door.
Old people do walk away
And then they become lost
So, my wife is taking no chances;
She protects me at all cost.
She is rarely not with me
Be it at home or on the road,
And if I am without her for too long
She always sends a code.
My son: he goes and comes
He is as free as a honey bee
But me, the older that I become
The less I can be free.
Wifey has some challenges
Mostly of a physical nature,
I am not one as you are thinking-
I trust you get the picture.
Old age pains, I assume
Since she too is getting old,
So, not to cause her anymore stress
I plan to do as I am told.
My son has a balding patch
At just thirty-eight years of age
I could still boast a full head of hair
Throughout my thirties stage.
Into my forties and fifties
No balding patch had I,
Check my photos for around that time
And you’d never say I lie.
It would be hard to find one
Showing the back of my head
But you know you could trust me
And take me at what I said.
Yes, once a household of four
Now a household of three
With an extra room I can sleep in
If wifey wants to be rid of me.
In the meantime, I give praise,
Praise and thanks to God
For all the blessings He’s given me
And because He is my all in all.
Stewart Russell © June 1, 2021
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