The Wife Poem by Lesbia Harford

The Wife

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He's out of work!
I tell myself a change should mean a chance,
And he must look for changes to advance,
And he, of all men, really needs a jerk.
But I hate change.
I like my kitchen with its pans and pots
That shine like new although we've used them lots.
I wouldn't like a kitchen that was strange.
And it's not true
All changes are for better. Some are worse.
A man had rather work, though work's a curse,
Than mope at home with not a thing to do.
No surer thing
Than that he'll get another job. But soon!
Or else I'll have to change. This afternoon
Would be the time, before I sell my ring.

Thursday, April 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: wife
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 14 December 2015

everything is very expensive nowadays so husband and wife should have a job...nice poem

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