I spent fifty plus dollars for our first date
For the woman who would later be my wife, my mate,
Then I spent a few more dollars for her here and there
I even paid for her wedding dress, and her airfare
It cost me thirty-five dollars for the licence to wed
And then a few more dollars for our honeymoon bed,
Then after two years together, our marriage ran its course
I paid very little to date her, but thousands of dollars to divorce.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad story if true. I think divorce is one of the saddest things ever. I know at least one person who divorced and then a few years later, remarried the same person. Your poem is well done, by the way.