Till Death Do Us Part Poem by Bron Kozakiewicz

How many times will she bang on that floor?
I wish someone, ANYONE would come to my door.
Much as I love her, I need some relief,
From "Please bring me a cuppa" or "Where are my teeth? ".
I wonder sometimes if I can go on,
Whether my spirit can remain this strong.
But then I think, "Well she's put up with me, "
So perhaps this is how it's supposed to be.
When she dies and I'm left behind,
All thoughts of frustration will clear from my mind.
And I'll remember the good times from so long ago,
When we walked in the park talking of all the people we'd known.
When we married we both made our vows,
And over the years we've had plenty of rows.
We've even been close to breaking each other's hearts,
But as we once said, "Till death do us part".