The Man Whose Wife Left Him Poem by Francie Lynch

He lived down the street from us,
And came to be known as,
The man whose wife left him.
We speculated and surmised.
None but two knew the reason why
He became
The man whose wife left him.

He stopped cutting the grass
And weeding the beds.
He didn't play his uke
On his porch like he once did.
For all accounts,
He was a good Dad and Grandad.
No one ever heard a bad word from him.
He worked till he retired,
Never got fired
From any job he held.
I'm told he lived a gentle life;
Never started a fight,
Or said a nasty word.
That's what I heard
About the man whose wife left him.
Is it any wonder,
Left to his own devices,
The man whose wife left him
Left himself.