Sonnet 95 -- Footnote in Some History Archival

Sonnet 95 -- Footnote in Some History Archival

Real life is about cleaning the damned house

Cooking meals and washing the damned dishes

I have no children or beloved spouse

It grows too late to make three more wishes

I am not smart enough for you, my love

I do not possess your dazzling talents

But you aren’t good enough for me, sweet Dove

You would never keep it inside your pants

So here I stand with dishes needing washed

Papers to shred…a muffler to replace

Worried about daring a rhyme of “frost”

While the sags and wrinkles demean my face

All we can hope for is raw survival

Footnotes in some history archival