Sometimes II

Sometimes I look at my unmarried friends
And think,

When you are sick, you are just sick,
And no one makes demands on you.

And when you go to bed, you can just sleep,
And no one comes in the middle of the night
To steal your covers and kick your face.

And when you make food, you make enough for one,
And that is enough,
And it will last as long as it will,

And you have only one stomach
Demanding more,
Not seven.

Not that I would trade
(Most of the time).