The Snake Poem by David Lewis Paget

Men are composed of lust and mind,
You women, of heart and soul,
We stumble on through our lives and find
That somehow, we’re growing old,
And all of those brief flirtations that
Persuaded us to part,
Were simply an aberration that
Destroyed a faithful heart.

When trust is no longer part of what
We thought was ours to keep,
Our hearts curl up in a corner,
Men despair, and women weep,
We plead and say that ‘I’m sorry! ’
But then ‘sorry’ is just a word,
And moments of infidelity
Are the deepest kind of hurt.

Men are lured from their partners by
A vision of shapely thighs,
While women tend to be softened by
A kindly look in the eyes,
In all, it’s part of the weakness that
We’re prone to, in the flesh,
But love is the great cohesive force,
Unless we settle for less.

Then guilt is the snake that comes between
That easy flow of grace,
The snake that slithers behind the eyes
When you can’t look her in the face,
And that is the parting moment when
You know that love has fled,
As you lie there, back to back, each on
The other side of the bed!

28 April 2013