My Past Married Life (Poem)
by Richard Cummings
Once upon a time, there was a man with a smile
Holding hands with each other and kissing for quite a while
Writing poems did one for the other nightly
And Gods clock kept ticking
Believing they were together, before, in heaven
Married, they prayed to become
His parents, of course, did not agree
And she, the apron strings to uncut
And Gods clock kept on ticking
Children, boys they did have
Most nights, they spent studying to get hone their talents
Their children joyfully became two
And Gods clock kept ticking
And late nights were often
Happiness was experienced sitting in rocking chairs
Reading to them night and playing with them during the day
and Gods clock kept ticking
Life, as it soon became was not easy
Degrees obtained, moving ensued, jobs and more education
Joy became less often as was needed
And Gods clock kept ticking
Difficult to assume were the nights playing together
Children important and always number one
Difficult to assume family dinners together at night
Working along with nurturing the boys was the song
And Gods clock kept ticking.
Once, twice three and love starts to die.
Late nights for her were becoming more often
As the husband wondering why
Work became a definition for her
An addiction for most of her ego
Once, twice three and love starts to die.
Dad, father, nurture, cook, gardener, house cleaner
Splitting like a tree anomalies branches it did
What we have here is a failure to communicate
Once, twice three and love starts to die.
Parting of the god-given promised married souls
One took the path of least resistance and fell
Joining with a colleague she believed to be good
Believing she was hiding it so well
Once, twice three and love starts to die.
Coming home, cheating the souls of her shoes
Kicking them off and putting on slippers at home
No one can serve two masters she knew
and so she chose
Once, twice three and love starts to die
Sick she became as she walked around her home
Happiness. love. passing as a storm cloud of lightning.
Her mother offered to only strengthen apron strings
Her father saddened and believed as he swam in lies
Once, twice three and love died
