Marriage is the worst, what's the point, why should I do it.
Wake up to the same woman day in and day out... Screw it.
Give up my freedom to commit to someone for the rest of my life,
Why should I do that? Make this woman my wife.
She feeds me so good, maybe this isn't so bad,
The love we make for dessert is the best I've ever had.
So good! Too good! In the heat of the moment a swimmer got away from me,
Then almost nine months later, we were blessed with a baby.
I was so proud. Finally I'm a father. Where's my son, let me see,
That's when I saw, that the kid looks like her “cousin” Jerry.
Just when I thought I was wrong and began to think marriage could be good.
I witnessed her lie to me, and carry a baby from another mans wood.
So the next one that comes along will not have a chance.
To have more with me than a one night romance.
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This is a vent that is experienced by too many. And you write it real. No lint about it. Once I listened to someone talk about the "soul-mate" thing and how it forms a bubble around the couple. But nobody addresses and even ignores what happens when the bubble is burst and what a hard path two people chooses when they believe in "soul mates".
Thank you for sharing this, Ronnie! Shattered, but never broken.
In Spirit,
Bear
Ronald Hull, thank you also. No double standard here. The point of the poem is that in the end, after having that "perfect world shattered" as you put it, it becomes hard to let anyone else in. Making it hard for a person to reconnect when moving forward.
Thanks Kumar for your input as well.
Ron