Why oh why can’t they see
The gifts, the gifts, the gifts that we
Yes we the poets at Starlite here
Why don’t our spouse’s
Hold us dear
So many here are having trouble
Or broken up
It makes me double
Yes double over from all the pain
I too have one that’s just the same
My spouse makes fun and laughs at my poems
But I am proud of all my poems
Well maybe all are not quite gems
But most are good and some, I can
Yes can say they yes are quite good
Oh me oh my I wish I could
Find someone who thinks I am good
And does not laugh and say I should
Yes should not bother with my poems
But I still write yes write them on
On napkins, envelopes, paper plates
And some of them I feel are great
Oh why, oh why, is it so
So hard for our spouse’s to love us so
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2001 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
