The Bond
Constant companion is tactful silence
Voicing one’s thoughts will upset the ambience
Of domestic harmony, sharing and giving..
Views there may be, but not for airing
Earn your keep, that is the warning.
Toil, be quiet, be happy and nodding
To every vacillation and every mood swing.
Remember, you’re to me beholden
For your name, way of life, even if the path is not golden.
I may be faithless, vain and weak
But yours is surely not a right to seek
Equality, respect, peace of mind and sleep
Free of torment and the realisation that your love was bought cheap.
