When your wife bores you, your environment bores you
When you feel she is not a woman...enough to excite you too
When you feel she is not your friend...she just wants to control your life
When you just want her to do your errands....after all, she is your wife
And you find her good friend exciting, the other one stimulating
Looking at your wife...ughh! Looking at her...you want to sing
When you are ready to throw all of them out of your life
Reassuring yourself that they will be fine....will survive without any strife
Your growing son will surely forgive and understand
That the father wanted to pursue his passion grand
That he never had the time or the inclination to lend an ear
It always had to be the mother to run around and take care
When you drown in depression, and shut yourself out
Not able to understand why the friend cant return your emotions devout
When you feel compassion is useless....I, Me, Myself is the only reality
Rest can take a march...Is that an end to your duality?
Hell, TO, this is brilliant... I can think of at least one person who will feel that it is like looking in the mirror. 'Your growing son will surely forgive and understand That the father wanted to pursue his passion grand'... historic. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is extremely debatable and it is wrong to be generalised. Literary speaking, a nice effort! BTW... I know some women who did behave like the men in your poem.