Lost

I'm lost
even with GPS I argue with the person's voice.
She must be wrong thinking of my wife who is always right.
If we kept score my wife would win handily.
Luckily, we are not playing tennis because I would end up with
love. For all those who got their directions straight out of the
barrel it's not as bad as you think. I miss asking people where
I am, and the adventures of unfamiliar roads and new acquaintances.
Most of all I'm lost in this poem and can't find my way out of here.
My wife just appeared and she told me to end- period. She is always right
I mean left. The GPS voice just started up again.