She yelled for me to come inside
And spend more time with her.
For she was then my brand new bride,
And my football pals overheard.
At first I was embarrassed.
But later I understood.
Football is only for a while.
She was my wife for good.
A woman lives within her cycles.
A man can not ever be sure,
Just where she’s at within them,
But it always makes sense to her!
But now I am retired.
The years have melted away.
She sends me now out fishing,
Or encourages me to go and play!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem