After marriage,
My wings are clipped,
I can not fly wherever I wish,
My lips are zipped,
We have war of words,
She always has the last say,
I never win.
Now I am dad or my old man
It is our house,
Our car,
Though I foot the bills,
I clothe and feed them,
It's my responsibility,
Cause wife and children carry my name.
With kids,I get to punish them,
Ground them or sent them to their rooms,
Otherwise everything is "Mama"
But, hold on!
I get three hot meals everyday,
My clothes are laundered and ironed,
I have a loving wife and children,
My house is full of laughter,fun and occasionally  tears.
I am never alone.
16/7/2019.