Waiting For My Man Poem by Ima Ryma

From September last year, I did
Nothing else but wait for a man.
Women friends said I'd flipped my lid
To continue in this time span.
But hey, my husband is my life.
I'm sure he will come back some day,
And so I'll wait like a good wife.
It's just a phase, him being gay.
I know he told me he was gone,
And that I should get a divorce.
But I will just keep waiting on
His return to me in due course.

Maybe, maybe not he'll appear.
I'll wait till September next year.