Divorced.
When'er we meet she shies away
His wife now any other's play
Nor grace to honour bow
And wait a while
A knowing smile
How sweet revenge doth destroy a vow.
Jehovah's trove the love a husband holds
For faithless wife, fickleness moulds
Or following fashions set
Too easily enticed
With vanity spiced
The gift of Jonah valueless, and no regret.
"Have mercy on her soul" he says
But would he give the Golden Rule away?
Too quick to judge her doom
She does not care
That he is there
He turns the other cheek and leaves the room.
This cruel malaise his daughters there to bear
With their father share the despair
Maternal Grand-dad buried today
Christmas nearly here
For "Dad" another tear
God help beat this trauma, shame away!