For twenty years, he'd suffered,
He'd dreaded every single day,
His wife was never satisfied,
He couldn't please her any way.
She'd always wanted children,
But it wasn't meant to be,
And she was most adamant,
No adopted family!
She lived in isolation,
And felt that he should, too,
His only respite was his job,
He hated when his shift was through.
She had no family of her own,
And she balked at a social life,
He wondered how he'd ever,
Asked her to be his wife.
She refused to see a doctor,
She denied there was a need,
She grew angier and more distant,
When he would try and plead.
She was always finding fault,
Though he helped about the house.
His mates at the factory teased him,
That he was a henpecked spouse.
Finally, he felt his mind snap,
He could take no more abuse,
With the weekend looming ahead,
He knew the route he'd choose.
He had it planned and ready,
For his wife ate an apple a day,
She had only taken a bite,
When she unsteadily began to sway.
As she collapsed, lifeless,
He had his suitcase in his hand,
For he had a flight to catch,
To a faraway distant land.
Carmen Henesy
Copyright (c) 2010 by Carmen Henesy
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