I wrote this poem for and about my then wife.

Come my lady

Give me your hand

As there is no rest

For a working man

For it is in by a clock

And home late after dark

And no time for my rest

Only time for my work.

So come to my table

Bring me my bread

Lay down my dinner

Then I can go to my bed

Give me all your troubles

I will take all your worries

For I am a working man now

Who has no hurries.

So come my lady

Give me some time

For I am a working man now

Who needs some rest

My shoulders are wide

And my troubles are many

I will take all that you got

For now you are my lady.

So come, my lady

And give me a kiss

I am a working man now

Who needs a kiss

So give me a hug

And then some of your love

For I am a working man now

Who cannot get enough.

RANDY L. MCCLAVE

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