The SnakeA Poem by David Lewis PagetMen are composed of lust and mind, You women, of heart and soul, We stumble on through our lives and find That somehow, we’re growing old, And all of those brief flirtations that Persuaded us to part, Were simply an aberration that Destroyed a faithful heart. When trust is no longer part of what We thought was ours to keep, Our hearts curl up in a corner, Men despair, and women weep, We plead and say that ‘I’m sorry!’ But then ‘sorry’ is just a word, And moments of infidelity Are the deepest kind of hurt. Men are lured from their partners by A vision of shapely thighs, While women tend to be softened by A kindly look in the eyes, In all, it’s part of the weakness that We’re prone to, in the flesh, But love is the great cohesive force, Unless we settle for less. Then guilt is the snake that comes between That easy flow of grace, The snake that slithers behind the eyes When you can’t look her in the face, And that is the parting moment when You know that love has fled, As you lie there, back to back, each on The other side of the bed! David Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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