She makes a big deal out of nothing.
She whines too much for me.
I don't understand why HE let's her do it.
But he's the one who allows it to be.
I never particularly wanted
An audience for my tirades.
I always treasured privacy
When I paid folks back in spades.
Why is it the whiners and the wranglers
Seem to get ALL the good men?
While the feisty ones with courage,
Just pick up the pieces once again?
What a whimsical title, reminds me of Wallace Stevens' stuff (I "cut my teeth" on Pop Stevens' poems when I was in college). That the content, itself, is wondrously appropriate. This is a beautiful poem!
Starward
Great grasp on the major things.