The End of the AffairA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe caught my eye as he stared to sea, I noticed his shoulders heave, And tears were flowing so fast and free More than you would believe, He wasn’t young, but was not too old To be caught in the pangs of love, I thought I’d see what his fortune told So I called to him from above. I leant right over the balcony Looked down at the old sea wall, And called out ‘Friend, would your heartache mend, Is there much I can do at all?’ He turned and twisted his face to me And I saw the pain in his eyes, And round his mouth was the misery He’d caught from all of her lies. ‘I wish I’d never believed her spin, She swore that she loved me true, She opened her heart and she asked me in, What was a man to do? She taught me things that I didn’t know She let me into her world, A world of stockings and petticoats And the sweet perfume of a girl.’ I thought that I was a lucky man To have a wife such as mine, Who’d wait at home and would hold my hand And smile with a look divine. We’d sworn our vows in the little church That sat way back on the hill, ‘Do you take Annie-gelina now?’ She said that she would take Will. ‘So what is it turned your world about,’ I asked the man down below, I thought to get all the story straight As he was turning to go. ‘She said she was married, I’d have to go Though she’d never said it before, I couldn’t believe that my Annie-gelina Was simply a painted w***e.’ David Lewis Paget
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