Quandary

With but one life to live:

What does one do?

A moral answer is needed.

What does one do

when the one once loved

is no longer the one that

once was loved?

When, by his own hand,

by his own choice,

the once loved

becomes one

not known?

When the one loved

for many years past,

now finds love from

only within a bottle.

When, by his choice,

older,

far beyond his years,

older.

The one that loved him,

that no longer knows him,

must now clean his shit,

must clean his piss,

yet is not given the right

of her life that daily is slipping by.

No longer the man she loved!

No longer the man she knew,

burdened now to spend the

moments, hours, days,

weeks, months and years

with one she no longer knows.

No longer the man she knew!

No longer the man she loved!

This woman now,

by his hand, by his choice,

burdened to spend her life

cleaning the refuse of his bowels,

the refuse of his kidneys,

struggling to lift

the weight of his besotted

body from off the floor.

 Burdened with one

she no longer loves.

Burdened with one

she no longer knows.

Burdened to spend

what time left within

her life with one

such as this,

with one such as this

that has purposely

squandered his life.

With one such as this

that has given in trade,

the love of this woman

for the love of Scotch whisky.

Burdened to spend

what time is left in her life

with one such as this,

with one such as this

that has purposely

squandered his life

when there is another

that would love her?

When there is another

that would do what

might be done to give her

happiness.

When there is another

that would bring joy

into what is left of

this woman’s life.

When there is another

that would bring

renewed love

into this woman’s life.

Given one life to live:

A quandary