Female Prerogative Or Why Woman Are Odd

Today

She does not want me any more
I am old and past my prime
I can sense its time to go
I can see it in her eyes
She is not happy any more
She shouts and screams or cries
There are no kind words any more
Just insults all the time
She cares not for me any more
She told me so, she said
The worst of words a man can hear
I wish that you was dead

Yesterday

I love you very much she says
You are young and looking good
Never ever leave me please
You are part of my blood
Happiness is what you bring
Happiness and Joy
You make me want to sing and dance
You fill my world with Joy
She always brings nice things to me
She says it gives her pleasure
The very thing a man would want
Some shoes of Spanish leather
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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