Unwise Last Words Poem by Ima Ryma

I was arguing with my wife.
Tempers were getting out of hand.
I said to her, 'Too short is life.'
'We need to come to understand'
'That there's nothing we can't work out, '
'If we respect each other's view.'
My words did calm my wife no doubt.
I continued, 'All we need do-'
'Make sure our arguments end'
'With both smiling and neither frown.'
'For any rip there is a mend.'
'Dear, all you need do is calm down.'

From the jaws of victory sweet
I had snatched a sour defeat.