Stanza One, Written 1982 pre-family
My pen just writes
My dog just bites
My wife just fights
And I just might
Decide everything’s alright.
Stanza Two, Written 2025 as empty nestet
Life didn’t quite yield that plight
Because the pen barely writes
The pups play fight
The kids had height
Were polite
And actually bright
The wife’s a delight
Most days and nights
My life might be trite,
And I’m good with this slight rewrite.
This literally is a two-part poem written 43 years apart. Everything can be taken at face value. In retrospect 'pen' could be a euphemism. It is meant to be light and amusing
