Take My Wife, But Not My Money

Thinking of my ex, there is an ounce of pride, Even though our opinions did sometimes collide. He was a pilot, and a jack of all trades, With a stubborn opinion that could not be swayed. He was a charmer, and at one time had a heart of gold, Even though he liked to hide it, if truth be told. On a trip, we came across a dirty homeless man, Holding out his meager money pan. My husband said to me, “I won’t give him a single dime!” “Give him food instead…he reeks of cheap wine!” We gave him the food, and went on our way, Happy we had done our good deed of the day! In business he was about as ruthless as they come, Slugging it out with the big guns, only giving them crumbs. Too busy counting his money, he lost his lovely wife. Now he can spend it all on himself, in his new life.