Sunday, November 11, 2007


The one I once loved
I didn't marry.
The one I married
For reasons best known to her
Loved me for some time.

Then, one day, reasons best known to her,
She had for me no time
Or spirit of love.

She found time
And spirit for her work
At her office and in our kitchen;
For her pets
And for our pots and pans.

At our dining table
And in our bed
She was dutiful
To perfection unlovingly.

Today no one can dare her
In her profession of wifery.
She is the envy of our neighbors.
But it's strange
I find no pride or joy
In this wife professional.

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