For The Better 1952 Poem by Terry Collett

It was good
while it lasted
it lasted as long

as it could
what with him
being as he was

me being
as I am
his wife being

as she was
so I am to go
go to Paris maybe

leave him to her
her ways
him to his

lost cause
the clock
is ticking tocking

time away
we had a good time
had laughter

love making
sex with a big S
his wife

didn't know
or we believe she didn't
so I will take

a last look around
the place
last gaze out the window

last look at the bed
and think
of his last words

the last look from him
and I will leave him
the small gifts he gave

he will say
o Rosie why go?
I will say

in the letter
it is for the good
and the better.