My Faults

I have so many faults, I know it’s true I’m trying to correct them, but it’s hard to do. My faults have become goals that I must achieve By doing this, they won’t be seen I’ll turn off the television and at my computer I’ll sit My wife sees me and she catches a fit She says that if I could I’d be on the computer 24/7 And that’s not the way that I’ll get to heaven She says it’s an obsession, and I say it’s a passion And my daughter tells me it’s not in fashion My daughter tells me “ dad- you’re up in your years” And the loss of the other eye, I do fear. My grandson calls me “ one eyed jack” And against me the cards are stacked Mom and granny are ganging up on you And there is nothing that I can do They’ll tell me to keep quiet or go to another room So my fight ends real soon For a seven year old, he has wisdom beyond his years And both women against me he does have fears My daughter is getting me a laptop with more memory Which I think will make it easier for me I could hide in the bathroom and continue to write And I’ll be out of her sight