If we could write our own vows, we would
forsake those 7 deadly sins, reimagine how
we’d cope with 1.862 children under 18
in a house with just 2, 690 square feet
and 2.37 bathrooms. We’d have to add
1.6 dogs and 2.1 cats but forgo the garage
for the 1.9 vehicles we’d have for the 1.8
drivers in our household. Fair enough!
Would one of us earning $107, 054 mean
the other could retire early after saving
8 times his salary? Because, the truth is,
nobody wants to be actuarially reduced,
especially if the one with the most toys
fails to win the MegaMillions Powerball.
Like everyone else in America, we’d need
a lot more to be more than comfortable,
never knowing when we’d likely be hit
by the proverbial bus tomorrow. Such is
the law of national averages that sticking
it out for 8.2 years would not be nearly long
enough for either of us to grow old together.
Yet another great poem from Tweetspeakpoetry