My wife and I get along fine,
we treat each other loving and kind.
There's no such thing as a perfect relationship,
or any other type companionship.
We all have our stresses,
and our stresses have us.
It's reciprocal in stature,
a normality in nature.
Given and shown in return,
learn to get along or burn.

Don't learn to get along,
life may end up somewhat wrong.
I'm not into wrong anymore,
wrong maybe into me,
but my eyes clearly see.

Clearly see the wrong coming,
then adjust not to be succumbing.
Vision of sight,
in wrong and right.
The problem is,
everyone wants to be right,
even when they're wrong.
I don't mind being wrong,
if it will help me get along.
I'll even give up being right,
to prevent a fight.

One basic word in surviving,
"mean
- the middle state between two extremes."
Be to mean,
you've lost,
before you even start.
Surely the devil has your card.

You see,
or you don't see.
It's not all about the other person,
so refrain from your cursing.

It's about your own peace of mind.
If you're already down,
being meaner knocks you further to the ground,
the other person doesn't even have to swing,
because eventually you'll be self- destructing.

Yes,
my wife and I get along fine,
I don't leave it up to her anytime.
I love to have a guarantee,
so I put the responsibility on me.

Signed, sealed and delivered in stone,
forget picking the bone.

G