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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It's like an epidemic, There's no immunity, Could happen to you, Sure happened to me... You find, out of the blue, Of your marriage, old or new, You are the only one married, Your spouse's devotion seems to have varied, The lump in your throat, when you found out, Didn't leave a doubt, And the throbbing lump in your heart, Made your wish from life, to depart... It's as if it were but yesterday, The pain etched in so, that way... I ran out of tears, Ran out of hope, Ran out of beers, 'Fridge full of fears... How many years, Have I wasted while her leers, Were directed at other men, From her spider's den??... And worse than that, you know, Her abuse of you did show, In front of your kids, Cutting you down before their eyes, With all her tricks and filthy lies Emasculated, ground to dust, Like a nail encased in rust, No self-respect did she leave For me to ever achieve Well I left and that was why, I left all that I had, to cry She kept the house, the cars, the money, But believe me, my honey... She kept my children too And I was forever blue... The most poignant moment of my life.... As I packed to leave my wife, My youngest son, then seven Crying and begging to heaven For me not to go... My heart, already shattered, now bled, There was no out for me, At least that I could see, I took my few things and left, But my heart was the real sad theft, My crying child I still hear implore, For me, the hurt, to endure, Don't go off in the night... My child was filled with fright. I am so sad to relate this, it is true. TB
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