Sometimes I want to get into your head

Sometimes I want to get into your head

Sometimes, I see you talk down to your wife,

And feel I want to get into your head,

Swallow all the barbs that wound like a knife,

And utter respectful, kind words, instead.

Would I expect then, a loving reply,

Given by way of appreciation?

Oh what a pompous hypocrite am I!

Wise, only in my imagination;

Truthfully, I see my reflection in you;

A struggler I was, and I’m struggling still;

Despite all the decades I’ve laboured through,

The knowledge I’ve gained is scant more than nil,

And self-awareness, perhaps, even less;

I’m barely, I guess, a work in progress.