POEM: A Single Woman Argues with Ecclesiastes
Two are better than one
proclaimed the ancient preacher.
Because, essentially, together they produce more income.
But what if one cannot work?
And even if both are skilled and able-bodied and employable,
who will watch the children?
Two are better than one
said the son of David.
Because they can lie together for warmth,
and how can one be warm alone?
Thank goodness, then, for down comforters
and modern heating.
Two are better than one
declared the king of Jerusalem.
For if one falls, the other shall lift; woe to the one
who is alone when she falls.
A thought: assisted living.
Another: Life Alert ®.
Two are better than one
continued Kohelet.
For if an antagonist appears, the two will stand against him
with strength one cannot possess.
Here, I have no counter-argument.
I simply—singly—hope for the best.
Erika Dreifus writes prose and poetry in New York. Visit her online at ErikaDreifus.com and follow her on Twitter @ErikaDreifus, where she tweets “on matters bookish and/or Jewish.”