Infidelity Poem by Peter Rogerson

The eyes which laughed until last week

Now weep, and tears run softly down her cheek,

As years of lies - it should have come as no surprise -

Explode in chaos, hurt and strife.


He hadn't meant to be unkind

To wound her was the last thing on his mind

But on her part, she failed to keep him in her heart

And merely tried to be a wife


But someone else could give him more

Than spotless tea-towels in the kitchen drawer

So now he's fled with loving arms to share his bed

To re-awake his dreary life