Stuck Like Glue
I am a wise man, a fool to thee.
One or the other I am just me.
I do see all the many sides.
I have married three gorgeous brides.
Many differences, what I see.
I am many, inside ugly shell.
Shared so much love, hate, four times to tell,
They each left me, and said goodbye.
Their quick parting, made my eyes cry.
Now the last, never part, she did yell.
She knows all sides of my life in clue.
All my life, I loved and cared so true.
No more selfishness, no more blame.
All that I am, lost without shame.
I am the one who is stuck like glue.
Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name I Am........
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