You Say You Did Not Plan Things Like This Poem by Gert Strydom

You say you did not plan things like this
and at the end I am your throw-away husband,

where over a whole year you do reckon out your life
and in it with your dad do decide that I mean nothing,

do ban me away from your existence,
do not mind of I do not want to or are not able to

and do not want me to settle for the crimes:
to bring your children's words and acts to a reckoning,

it does not bother you or them how this is on me
and I have got to forgive without you asking for it.

I call to the heavens and wonder if God does hear,
where constantly you win and always I do loose.
© Gert Strydom