28th November 2013

Sonnet 26


It's obvious - being wed's like vassalage;

Twenty years down the line and your brow's knit

With his moods - there's way too much ambassage

Required by me to make-up for his "wit".

If I had the courage I'd take what's mine,

(But no pre-nups way back then to show it,

It was just what belongs to me is thine :

We were young!  We wanted to bestow it!

These days the missus is only moving

Him to boredom with her nagging aspect,

It's been some time since we felt like loving;

Blame my lunar cycle in that respect,

    Me feels like  same old me - like thee's still thee...

    Or is there something you want to tell me?