One Day There Will Be Golf

I know you look at him

And see a prince

But remember this

One day there will be golf

He may trek to the malls

And hold your bags

And hold the door

And pull out chairs

And write you poems

But put a 'now' at the end

Of all those sentiments

He does all that--now

And one day

There will be golf

The lovemaking may be frequent

The thoughtfulness may be constant

The birds may sing

Whenever you two

Walk by

But one day

There will be golf

One day there will be impromptu fishing trips

Spontaneous tattoos

A piercing or two

A motorcycle may appear in your driveway

Hair may start accumulating around the drain of the tub

Porn may start appearing in the computer's history

Clothing will go anywhere but the hamper

And in addition to all this

There will be golf

There will be missed anniversaries

Birthdays, opportunities for some of that

Now-long-dead-thoughtfulness

Come and go

There will be harsh words

Loud words

Words you can't take back

There will be broken air conditioners in July

Broken furnaces in February

A broken engine in the middle of a road trip

A broken arm when he falls off a ladder trying to clean the gutters

Broken, broken, everything broken at least twice

And amongst the broken items you will sit

While he goes

To golf

So yes, he is a prince

But every prince

Has the same fatal flaw

An attraction to the color green

To cool weekend mornings

Ugly clothes

Tiny white balls

And the feeling you get

When you swing just right

And something goes to its destination

With making any stops along the way

A hole-in-one

So although you'd like to have him

For those few, extra, precious hours a week

You let him golf

Because the same way you need him right now

One day he'll need something too

So let him golf

And until there's golf--

Enjoy