Saheed is a loving man
Undeserving your curse
Unfit of your disgust
He fell in love a beauty
Saheed was poor
And still wedded me
He loved me-
Together we bricks lay
And castles made
But age infected beauty
My face had wrinkles
My breast sapped
Wasn’t Saheeds fault
He threw me out-
Was age-
For wasn’t one he married
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