I don’t pretend to understand
the workings of a woman’s mind.
It is much easier I find
to let her know she can command
My full attention when she needs
someone to listen to her woes
and this apparently succeeds.
Though why or how no man can know.
She doesn’t want solutions
she merely wants to ventilate.
(A fact few men appreciate)
until her fit of blues is gone.
The female mind’s a mystery
which responds well to sympathy.
2-Apr-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You must be one contented fellow, for you do have it all figured out! Thanks. Excellent.