The Change

The Change

By Paul Weller

The Change

My sweetheart just turned forty-five,
And I love her, oh, so dearly.
But I’m a little mystified,
Since she is acting, oh, so queerly.

"Oh, it is nothing that you’ll be said or done,"
She assures me, ever sweetly.
"My Change Of Life has now begun."
Then, she smiles and winks discreetly.

Smiling back, I take her hand,
Reassuring and placating.
In truth, I didn’t understand
A thing that she was stating!

Just what she meant by "Change Of Life"
I didn’t have a clue!?
And when I asked my darling wife
Into a rage she flew!

"Well, I’m always tired! I’m hot! I’m cold!
I didn’t sleep last night!
I’m fat! I’m ugly! I’m getting old!
My clothes don’t fit me right!

I think I like to KILL you,
And I love to run away!
But I know how that would thrill you,
So, for spite, I think I’ll stay!

My body turned against me,
And I want to SCREAM again!
My hormones have convinced me
That this "Change" is caused by MEN!

Yes, you just sit there smiling
While I’m going through pure hell!
You think you’re so beguiling?
You think I couldn’t tell?

This is some cruel joke you play!
It’s all your fault, no doubt!
You never loved me anyway
You selfish, brutish, lout!"

Yes, my sweetheart just turned forty-five,
And she changes by the hour.
Like Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde
She goes from sweet to sour!

But I’ve been told, "This is a phase."
They say, "This, too, shall pass."

So, I’ll remember better days,

Till they come again?.
AT LAST!!!

P.Weller
Zenia, CA.
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