To My Husband, The Music Man Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

To my husband, the music man
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I am the long suffering wife, my love,
For many a time, you are brash of manner
But the saving grace is that you have a heart of gold
And very occasionally, I wistfully feel it is fool's gold
Which also has its merits;

After many years, I had a truant thought
Creep into my mind in a matter of fact manner
And that is that the inadequacy of mankind
In fulfilling a sexual woman's heart's desire is to be pitied;

If God created a rich receptacle for love in a woman
He created an instrument of love in a man
An instrument so fine
That cannot help but be high strung.