The Lodger

My husband is my lodger,
Used to be great,
But he's now an old codger,
Often a pain,
All my efforts in vain,
His sex is gone,
He's deaf as a stone,
There's little flesh,
Mostly skin and bone,
Just an old codger,
Who pays his rent,
Like any lodger.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz