To My WivesA Poem by David Lewis PagetYou may believe, my ladies dear, I took away your sun, To cloak you in my darkness While our time was left to run; You may believe I took your youth And brought you to despair, But that was not my purpose; It was life that took us there. The old recriminations That have saddened all my years, As each and every one of you Went off, in search of tears, The old recriminations, using Truths I can’t retract, Come back to haunt me, every one: ‘Was I as bad as that?’ The life that is behind us now Is locked in some old hearse, You’ve moved along, and like the song You sing another verse, But I sit in the dark, and hear Each word you brought undone, And swear before the living God: ‘I loved you, every one!’ David Lewis Paget
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