She said, I'm leaving you my darling.
And I'm going back home.
And I know that you fishing.
Every day on the lake ain't wrong.
But I'm going back home to papa.
Because I'm tired of being so hungry and all alone.
I know that you don't know the meaning of work.
But a man without money is just a broke dork.
So she said, I'm leaving you my darling.
And I'm going back home.
Because I know that you treating me badly.
Is just plain wrong.
So I'm going back home to papa.
So I won't have to sing this sad and hungry song.
So she left late one night and didn't say a word.
So I'm now one lonely and unhappy turd.
I have found some solace drinking my beer.
And patting the head of my hound.
But another good love like hers I have never found.
But in the back of my mind, I can hear her say.
I left you my darling.
And I went back home.
As long as you live.
Never treat another woman this wrong.
The modern woman would never tolerate a lazy man doing nothing to support the family.
A poem that is like a little story full of emotions.
Dear Lamar, so glad to see your poem after a long while. Trust all is fine.
Poor husband, left alone by his wife, a well worded poem but very very sad, his love has left him.5 Stars full for this poem full of melancholy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad yet a strong poem with a definite message....Impressive with 5 full stars dear Lamar