Another poetry assignment

This time the assignment was to write a septet about marriage. Having never been married (nor desiring to be married), I had to draw on a little imagination. I guess you really can teach an old dog new tricks.


In the world
I’m Joe Nobody.
But in the golden glow of
This home she makes for us, where pot roast
and understanding are her
gifts to me, I’m Joe
Somebody.

(this poetry stuff is so fun it's SCARY)