The Wife

He's out of work! I tell myself a change should mean a chance, And he must look for changes to advance, And he, of all men, really needs a jerk. But I hate change. I like my kitchen with its pans and pots That shine like new although we've used them lots. I wouldn't like a kitchen that was strange. And it's not true All changes are for better. Some are worse. A man had rather work, though work's a curse, Than mope at home with not a thing to do. No surer thing Than that he'll get another job. But soon! Or else I'll have to change. This afternoon Would be the time, before I sell my ring.