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Poem of the Week
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SAME OLDE ME
By Ralph J. Adams
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When I first met my wife,
On our first date,
I thought I dressed like a playboy
This was my only mistake.
She did not like my favorite sweater,
And my favorite pants I was wearing
She thought I came from the mountains,
It was my image she was caring.
She took me into her hands,
This beautiful girl gave pity,
She wanted me to look
Like some dude from the city.
Now she changed my attire,
I admit she has very good taste,
For all the changes she made on me
Did not go to waste.
Now all these changes she did make,
Were cosmetic, the only thing you could see,
But she couldn't change what was within,
Just this little olde me.
There must be something else she saw in me,
Through many heartaches and through tears,
For she had to put up with me,
For some forty and more years.
Now I am not complaining,
I think it was in God's plan,
To make women controlling
And us men putty in their hands.
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