Woman Poem by Pius Didier

Before I bite the dust a man
It's weighty I die for a woman
I have had this desirable lot before
A lot I've christened 'adore'
Until when shall we narrow our sight
That these Goddess are a true deity
For instance:
My granny was a woman,
My mother is a woman,
My sister is a woman,
Even my wife is a woman,
The only women in my room,
And I keep them as my blossom,
Someday I wake to cluster
That the world would be weaker
That the world without a woman
Would be a cheap weak declension
Who would uphold the demented morals;
What about the loud fictitious perils
Ain't the man's fugitive unseen needs?
(Especially with the perishable Nymphets)
But a woman is tall and precise
Could they be of black or white race
They all ought to praise peace with gritty
And make the world be like a family Kitty.
Before I bite the dust a man
It's weighty I die for a woman
Like the woman in my own house
She is at time better than the cocky rose
At dawn she wakes up untamed
To look after and cook for our kid
When our Ivy is high and fully set for the day
She then multi tasks to see me on my way
Like a woman she clings and sings felicitously
On busy dawn commanding the army
But before i die a man
It's weighty i do it for a woman.