I don\' t get out much as a rule,
I have two children still at school.
Their mother left us long ago
For freedoms I can never know,
Or value much the truth be told.
Family\'s worth more than gold.
I do my best, do what I can,
I meet the tests of being a man
They are my burden and my joy,
Ones a girl, and ones a boy.
He looks like her, she looks like me
Though both full of gentility,
Which she did lack, in spades, alas.
Half full half empty; that\'s my glass.