Truth hurts

She's going for nice jog with wind blowing in hair
Full of relaxation as each stride is taken
With the vivid smelling of the cooking bacon
But the freshness of peace in this freedom affair

After her sweat routine, taking the time to stretch
Before the big entrance into the next world war
Where kids want to play hard and husband lost a jar
All without a shower in this womanly fetch

He's going for nice jog with a mindless spirit
Leaving the family to fend off for themselves
Enjoying the hot sun way past the proposed twelves

Coming back to the house, shower for sweat clear it
And then sitting to read the newspaper of day
As the wife handles hell of the household dismay

◄ Question of life

La chance qu'on a ►

Comments

St├ęphanie Carpenter

Fri 7th Sep 2018 04:21

Wow... This poem talks to me a lot... Vous avez du talent M. Audet

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