What Kills Me

Yesterday my wife up and told me
I am on the computer too much
She believes in important things
I'm beginning to get out of touch.

She thinks it's time I looked around
For other ways to pass my days away
I hate to think what she has in mind
Adding onto my work list each day.

What kills me:

Often she talks on the telephone
Sometimes over an hour at a time
But if I complained to her about it
She'd act like I committed a crime.

I can't figure out a woman's mind
There is no need for me to even try
But no matter what she thinks about it
I'll be computing until the day I die.

Ralph L. Clark © 2003

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