to feel dubious
a little weary
of the man woman
constantly telling
of the perfect
wife husband children
raises a question why
if so perfect
happy why
the need
to keep
telling
others
this fact
so often as if trying
to convince who self?
What thing is missing?
This is the question?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem