""The Curse Of Divorce""

Weary eyes my miles of thoughts

the headlights up the driveway

to a lovely home in the woods,

the twinkling stars so brightly

a memory of our honeymoon,



but tonight I’m all alone again

the bastard away on his travels,

his secretary the blond a bitch

with lying words on the phone,

I can hear them making love.



What a fool crying my tears

why not visit a cocktail bar

dressed with legs so bare,

my sure cure for loneliness

the stranger winking at me,



champagne in crystal glass

my love songs on his radio,

this pleasure of sexuality

my shame forgotten now

questions and answers.



Why must I wash the dishes

or dress the children for school,

who now stay at home to play

those silly lovers games on TV

where moms and dads look sad,



without a kiss to love each other

the separation documents served,

our children hiding in the garden

this family cursed by the divorce,

my fear of failure their forgiveness?