Karen HatchTaylor

(01-02-1965)

The Other Woman


The Other Woman

You'll always be the 'other woman, ' no matter what you do.
You'll always be his mistress, even if he marries you.
What will your friends all think about your happy married life
When they find out you dated him while he still had a wife?
And late at night, you'll look at him and wonder, 'is he true? '
He cheated on his first 'true love, ' of course he'll cheat on you!
What makes you think that you inspire a faithfulness in men
Who've cheated on their other women? He will cheat again!
And when he does, at least you'll know that justice has been served.
The pain you'll feel when it's your turn will be what you deserve.

(Excerpted from 'Mosaic Life, A Memoir In Verse' (c) 2011 by Karen Hatch-Taylor

Submitted: Monday, August 15, 2011

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