Wise men on love

Love’s Labor’s Lost

I wise man once wrote

My loved did labor, and I lost

It was nothing of note

She found something better

With which to spend her time

However she took

The daughter of mine



Blunt I am,

As blood does flow

Time will tell

How this story goes

My love she left

And with child she fled

To a man who beats her out of bed



Better than me

To people they do tell

I am a monster

Born of darkest hell

My was are strange

My words sit well



In this world I struggle each day

My pain and loss

I stare at it all

And count the cost

Is it worth it to do it my way?



Love, honor, respect

This is my way

It was yesterday, it is today

Tomorrow is the question, is all lost?



Money I do not have

Joy flees from me

Time, I have made sad



Love, lost

That life I could have had?



No, it is worth the cost



To be some else

Is never the plan



I can only be me

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

It is who I am



Better to die as myself

Than live as someone else

Better to hunger free

Than live as not me



My chains I have dropped

And to myself within

I have gone out and loved again

Moved on as they say

To begin once again



I did not lie to her

About whom I was back then

But my world freights her

My life she distrusts

I make it sound easy

But it turns her world to dust



Am I a cancer?

A sin?

A blight?

Is what I do never right?

Is my touch is pain?

My caress a slight?

Am I just darkness in which there is no light?



No! I am not perfect, and I make mistakes

But they believe to succeed you have to be fake

So many I have love who have move on to others

Most of those come back to me as if I was Mother

Advice they do ask, and often do take

On what to do how to be for themselves and their mate

To teach their new love, How to be true

To the person inside, and that’s what I do.