We fight at dawn and we fight at dusk, <br />We relish the struggle. <br />Often we sulk and we fight in our sleep, <br />My wife and I don’t even agree on the antagonistic <br />Nature of our incandescent relationship: <br />She is of the wandering type and sometimes <br />Does not even finish her thoughts. <br />I am a fighter but I am also a loser: my wife wins <br />Most of the time, most of the loot. <br />And if I forget what's what, she reminds me of it <br />That I lost and flee, empty handed. <br />It does not matter much as I get back on my feet, <br />She knows I'll be the first to run in our burning house, <br />Passing by firemen I’ll have called on the lightened <br />Match - which flame vacillated in my cupped hand - <br />And we’ll keep on fighting until there’s no <br />Black and white referee left in our empty street.<br /><br />Marcel Aouizerate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honey-keep-calm-and-carry-on/
