22. Mother Nature

She's a nasty one, a real bitch.
That hag that governs life.
Don't play dumb, you know which.
In her wake, it's all but strife.

Fickle, yes, that's what she is.
Deceivingly soft one day, a storm next.
Kind of reminds me of my Liz.
It's like matrimony, with all vexed.

How many years has she made our lives taxing?
It can make one irate, no sense whatsoever.
And to see how the years have been waxing...
Time and time again, with every endeavor.

It it wasn't for her, we would still be together.
When I look at my daughters, I see the worry in their eyes.
But no, for that day had to have bad weather...
They don't need to tell me; I know they think me unwise.

But what else can I do? This is all I know.
I'm good at what I do and I do it to get by.
And I must admit, I do like a good show.
This is me, not wanting to say goodbye.