Optimism

We all listen,
Hearing stories of the day’s details
And the absolutes of life,
Hoping for a little fun.

We endure the chores,
The passionate pleas for help,
And the verbatim transcripts of what we once said,
Hoping for a little fun.

We are men,
Boyfriends, husbands, the ones bound by oaths
To be the there in sickness and health,
Who are so easily satisfied with just a little fun.

Either we are stupid,
Overly loyal, or desperate to a fault,
But it’s our optimism that carries us
Dreaming that just a little fun might come our way.

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