I’ve reached an awkward age in life
When all things seem to hide;
Affected also is my wife,
As we search far and wide.
She always says, “Be more like me!
Put things back in their places—
We’d both save so much time, you see,
With happy hearts and faces.”
I have considered “yeas” and “nays”
Of hours, perhaps, misspent
Because of my disordered ways
And my wife’s discontent.
I’ve, thus, decided it’s the chase
And search for things that matter—
Without this fault she deems disgrace,
We’d both be even fatter!
RGA
4-11
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