Riddle Me This

And he sits in his chair and stares out the window
He doesn't even get dressed for the day
He walks around in a bathrobe with a cup of coffee
That he's spiked with a bit of whiskey and rum
And he reads the headlines but not the articles
Has dreams of tulips but doesn't ever buy the bulbs
And when he looks at you with those sad sad eyes
Have you ever stopped and wondered and asked why

Because the oldest riddle a woman asked of a man
Is what has four legs and then two and then three
Now I know the answer and I think you do too
But you still have to ask him if you ever want me

And he tells such sweet stories of his time far away
When the world was a sweet and far better place
And he loves to read books with old far away titles
And watches his shows with an eye for the details
And watched you and the other with an eye for the details
And then shakes his head with those sad sad eyes
And you know he'll keep shaking no matter how hard you try

Because the oldest riddle a woman asked of a man
Is what is above and below the water and doesn't get wet
And though this one is silly and a bit about weight
You still have to ask him if you ever want to forget

And he makes such small comments that he thinks are all fine
But he hurts you and hurts her and hurts him all the time
And yet you still love him, defend him again
Because that is your role his protector and friend
But he's already on his third leg and you know this is true
That soon he'll be gone and it'll be just you
I'm sorry my dear but I hope this isn't news
It is the way of men to fight and win and lose
And when for the last time he shuts those sad sad eyes
Is it only then my love that you will realize

That the oldest riddle a woman asked of a man
Is how do you let go when you think you can't
And how can one love supplant another
You still have to ask him if you want to keep your father