A Thoughtful Husband

I’m lonely since you went away,

        Our home is blurring dull,

The house seems like an empty farm,

        Except the sink is full.

I roam the drear’, deserted rooms

        And speak your name in vain;

The plants are even withered now,

        Because we’ve had no rain.

I leave the office as of yore

        And take the self same car;

I try to spend the evenings in,

        Alas! They dreary are.

And then I think how lonely too

        You must be way off there,

And so I come back into town

        Where all is light and fair.

I know you’ll want to hear about

        The shows we’re having here

When you get back, and so to please

        I am going dear.

I take one in most every night,

        This sacrifice I make;

‘Tis not because I want to go,

        But simply for your sake.

Aug. 29, ‘10