Old Man Stas

I’m merry old Stas, with a heart full of cheer, 
In my village I dwell, and my zeal’s still here. 
Built a house with my wife, though the kids live away, 
But they visit in droves—what a riotous day! 

A dog and a cat, both quite old and quite wise, 
They eat and they nap—guard duty? No prize. 
But oh, what a noise when they start their refrain— 
The dog barks all night, and the cat yowls in vain! 

Then my wife joins the fray—that’s my cue to retreat, 
To the river I wander, where the whispers are sweet. 
Birds sing me to peace ‘neath the moon’s gentle glow, 
Till my frayed nerves unwind, and I’m ready to go. 

Back home once again, with a smile and a sigh, 
I’ll cook, fix, and host—never asking them why. 
But if tempers should flare and my patience wears thin, 
I’ll flee to Cambodia—let the quiet begin! 

I love my wild crew, though they test my resolve, 
When the chaos runs high, I just tighten my resolve. 
I’m tough as old oak, and I know the way through— 
Keep the fridge packed with treats, and the love will shine true