embrace

because some feelings
sometimes,

are just there
to teach us.

or not.

in most cases,
it’s there

to simply embrace
us.

Marriage Of Inconvenience

Would you marry me at 60,
obviously if all else fails?
Would it be something you’d consider
perhaps if insanity prevails?
You see I’d sooner not be lonely
if I’m honest, being true
I’d far rather spend my time together
focused on annoying you.

We’ve got something of a flair for it
you know full well that is the case
whilst we may casually irk one another
how about something formal there in place?
You see there’s something in you darling
that can wind me up a treat
and I can press your buttons always
within moments when we meet.

Our children see us bicker and so caustic
and wonder why we get along,
how we can tolerate each outing
when all appears to be so wrong.
Now think of all our grandkids,
the new generation, heaven sent
and all the schadenfreudic pleasure
they’ll derive from our torment.

So marry me at 60 honey
to keep our minds as sharp as nails
because it’s only venting spleen so often
that might keep us on the rails.
Mull it over for me sweetie
and before your mind is set
take a solemn look around
in case this is the best that you might get

You’re not unpleasant looking dearest
I don’t see you as a hag
I’d be prepared to kiss you now and then
without the need of paper bag.
You even scrub up rather nicely
I scarce admit it I confess
you look half decent with your hair brushed
and vaguely pleasant in a dress.

So I know you’ll have your suitors,
some might be handsome, others nice,
but if they find your darker nature
they’ll be off within a trice.
Me, I’ve stayed around for years
always coming back for more
and in terms of bilious behaviour
we’re already common law

You’re right I’m hardly an Adonis,
but is that really what you seek
your record is hardly perfect
when engaging with a Greek.
Look, conjugally speaking
we might not even share a bed
because when you snore it’s like a lorry
and I then fear the voices in my head

Though I would never let you suffer
seriously you need not scoff
for I would count it my solemn duty
to be the one to switch you off.
I would not allow you to be starving
even if I have to use a straw
so yes I will still bloody feed you
even when you’re 64

As I muse upon my twilight
and when all is said and done,
if I think of who I’d always love to fight with
you would be the only one.
So go on marry me at 60 dear,
now and again we’ll have a laugh,
keep me alive til my 2nd pension
and I’ll even pay time and a half!