I can’t think of a better thing
than calling one of my kids.
It beats writing an immortal poem.
Now let me see. Which one is that?
My bachelor son who has more beauties
than you can shake a stick at?
My grieving daughter who lost her husband
In a wreck with another woman?
Or the Loner who needs my help most.
I worry about his temper though.
That loaded pistol he goes fishing with.
Now which one would defend me best in a pinch?
His dog! But that doesn’t count.
Maybe I shouldn’t call at all and not be disappointed.
There’s a fine line drawing a circle in the sand
and throwing your wife out the front door for
committing adultery over and over
and not saying I’m sorry!
But it’s not her fault. It’s that fiction bee she buzzes with!
I tell you why don’t they all join hands, hold their breaths,
and jump off the nearest cliffhanger!
Well, I’ve said my piece. I’m not going anywhere.
And anybody who’s listening, have a good time without me.