Who Will?

Source: flickr.com
Source: flickr.com
Source: flickr.com
Source: flickr.com

Who Will?

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

Who shall bring me my slippers now my trusty hound’s expired, and what wife will wash my undies now that divorce has claimed my pride? Just who will mow the lawns now that my kids have grown to teens, and sweep the carpet from muddy boots and everything in between? Not wash the car nor clean the bins or garden or toilet scrub, it’s always been me the biggest dope who’s done them all for love.

Three wives are lost to other men who’ll live a predestined fate, to work like dogs be poorly paid and reach their use-by date. The kids will learn it from independent life, when home they’ll leave in time, and realise what Dad had done to keep their lives in line. My cat now respects me for all that I have done, and he loves me dear my shadow self, but he’s the only one.

I thought that sharing went both ways the giving and taking true, but my mistake I’ve overlooked a selfish human zoo. What is it that makes me choose these waifs so helpless and needing rest, when others spend time preening life and working to their best? I guess I’m a pillar of responsibility, a chump and sucker too, but I’m the glue that keeps it on and working through and through.

For once I’d like to meet someone that greets me in the middle, and shares a life on equal terms, the joys the pain and drivel. So who will make my bed today, dry and fold the clothes, and prepare the meals, wash up and stack, smelling like a rose. Of course it’s me, my cat would try but he’s snoring on the lounge, I’m left to my own devices ‘cause I’m the only one around.

It’s good to be King, I whisper quiet, the sweat a dripping down, my work in constant progress, my knuckles on the ground. My days are filled with action, my nights are filled with quiet, my dreams are filled with longing and I hope that life won’t bite. Perhaps one day I’ll meet someone to complete my other half; perhaps I’ll just write alone and sit upon my arse. In any case my cat and I are happy enough for now, his demands are few and he gives in droves and never do we row.

In conclusion who will honour me, my dreams and ethics sound, of course it’s me the only one who understands my bounds. At peace I am with my past and now I can only be, what life has blessed and given, through my eyes only I can see.

More by this Author

Comments 4 comments

Tony DeLorger profile image

Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks guys for your support. Glad you all liked it.

To answer your question klanguedoc, I've written twelve published books, including fiction, non-fiction and poetry. I've also written stage plays and numerous short stories. Thanks again for reading and commenting.

klanguedoc profile image

klanguedoc 5 years ago from Canada

It is so true. another great hub. I really enjoy reading your work. You should write a book. Maybe you have, let me know

profile image

Poetic Fool 5 years ago

This was awesome! I can relate so much I feel I could have written it. It sounds we are in much the same place, my friend. Voted up and awesome.

profile image

lavender3957 5 years ago

This was so awesome. I give it a thumbs up all the way. Great hub!

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.

    Click to Rate This Article