There we were, a circle of women
Discussing and cussing men.
It happens like that so easily
We one-up each other very readily.
Talking down the men in our lives,
Whining like a bunch of old fishwives.
Sharing our nasty little tales of woe
About John, Doug, Steve and Joe.
Left up toilet seats and left out dirty socks,
A lack of romance and not enough talks.
Too much sex the younger women exclaim!
Not enough sex the older ones do complain.
He ignores me, he doesn’t care.
He controls me, or he’s never there.
I admit I get caught up in the flow
Sharing my own stories, blow by blow.
But on this particular day I finally heard
Just what I had been saying, each and every word.
You know, I said to all those gathered,
We need to realize what really matters.
We are each not without our own list of flaws
And we need to take a moment to pause --
To talk about the good instead of the bad.
There’s surely happy mixed with the sad.
I, for one, love my husband very dearly
He has enriched my life most sincerely.
I love his laughter, his warmth, his touch
The way he gives of himself to others so much.
But more than all this, he is my soul mate and helpmeet
And he would be perfect if he could just lower that damned toilet seat!