Sad man
Your husband must be
a very sad man.
A woman is a precious creation
but when the creation outrules
its worth
the centre cannot hold
anymore.
U are not my husband brother!
and hes a happy man.
He cooks
takes the garbage out
cleans and babysits.
Hes a babydoll
And he dont mind
Thats the way we love one
another.
Its just how life goes.
He doers all that,
Is he made of silver
in this world
a man was created to rule, love and rest.
And he failed to do either,
in this current world,
men are designed to work, worry and wear away.
come to think of it brother!
Why do you think men die fast,
the world kills them quick.
but my man,
wont mind hiding under the sheets
And somehow living longer,
To work, worry and wear away
some more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem