in the doing...

Hours enthralled by cryptic signs,
with ancient tomes and riddled rhymes.
Gleaning facts from mystic lores -
and still she never sought divorce.

On summers days the children play,
Daddy's here - but far away.
Beauty present, pure - divine;
her love lost to his distant mind.

Final truth then comprehended -
no excuse can be defended;
years abandoned misconstruing -
She'd always known, "it's in the doing..."

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very good rhyming poem. It flows wonderfully...:>)..........

[Dave]

Wow... This is simple, yet the message well communicated...

[Indie Skreet]

again, perfect rhythm and rhyme, but I think the :) and :( spoil it - detract from the good poetry it is.