This is a modern era
In the old days, a wife
Used to be there for life
This is a new aroma
Which does not last
Things fly quick and fast
Like a roaring jet fighter
This is insane, a wife
Is no longer for life
Things are much harder
Now. Too much is going on
Under one roof. Run, run
If you can my friend
Too many booby-traps on the land
Too many hidden splinters in the sand
It's not easy to blend
In this pandemonium
Due to lack of decorum
Memory is short
Each room is a fort
Too many clowns are in town
There's only one crown
And there's one ring
For the queen of Peking
C'est la mode, a wife
Is no longer around for life.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What about husbands? An old fashioned view of modern life.
This is a personal story where the wife who walked out on the husband was unequivocally at fault. She even admitted her mistakes. She begged to comeback and the husband refused to accept her. There's no sexism here. I love women and I care.