He Had Words For Everyone Poem by Patti Masterman

He had words for everyone; for the newcomer,
For the latecomer, the novice, the pro;
For the laborer in the sun,
And the one down below:
Everyone had felt the warmth of his smile,
But for her- well, it had been quite a while.

But she was the bulwark propping him up;
Pumping him up, so essential was she,
Kept him out of the slumps;
Her commitment was key:
She was the reason for all his success
The humble underpinnings, behind his impress.

She'd become such a habit; her presence not noted,
Her words like the wind, fell on his deaf ears;
She was the one who always got bled;
While he basked in public, she hid all her tears.
He was shocked one day to find she had gone:
When he looked around him; to depend on were none.

For she had asked nothing; and he had delivered;
She thought it the fine print, the contract they had,
But over the years her duties had blurred
And she found she had eked out too much of the sad.
True; everything she did, she'd done only for him
But now she'd grown cold, and his love much too thin.