Single Vs Married Poem by DICKSON MSETI

I work up this morning from my bed,
And smelt nice fragrance from my kitchen,
Remembered I am a married man,

Beside my bed there is a small table,
When my eyes saw a glass of juice,
I realized I was not single.

A time I work up late, nothing lied on me,
When I wanted someone much closer,
I was single, single, single man though it was fun

I slept when I wanted, sometimes out, no questions,
I ate when I was hungry, especially in a restaurant,
I could shout in my bedroom and have fun dances.

I don't dance anymore but I have kisses,
I eat when she want, and am turning fat,
I've stopped playing but am like a little baby.

Is single should I be as wild as I could be,
Or married I could be as protected as I could be,
Could it be my loneliness, which I should I treat,
Or my freedom that I should protect, you tell me.