...I told my husband, when back
 from office
to give his clothes for laundary .
He stood so tired ,and sipped
the coffee
as if ready to dismantle his pockets .
From the shirts' left pocket ,a wad
of bills
dropped deadly down on the carpet .
The shirts' right pocket ,proving
no less
threw the long book list of our kids
The pocket of the trousers,being very immense
contained the list of my cosmetics .
He was not a teetotaller, showed
the other pocket
it had the bill of a liquor shop.
The last back pocket ,with an empty wallet
wondered how to run the budget .
This is the portrait of todays' husband
and this was the starting of the  month ....