A hard working, hard
earning man was he,
Believing in
democracy in the land of the free,
He´d never killed
a soul, but then neither had I,
Never drank nor
smoked & never ever got high.
Responsible
husband & father to add to his name,
No pointing
fingers & there was nothing to blame,
He was so
stalwart, upright & as straight as can be,
He was the best
there was & he was married to me.
But, this man
never danced & he never tried to sing,
There was never a
bloom, a gem, nor a gifted ring,
No soft words, books
read, nor poetry in the rain,
No waltzing in the
moonlight, my soul cried in pain.
My sad spirit laughed
alone & it thrived in the dark,
Like roots without
the sun or a dog without its bark,
A good man, who never
killed a soul, never told a lie,
But then, as the
good wife I was, neither had I.
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