Humbled

If ever there was a foolish plan
To hang onto a man
It must be conception.
For a lifetime bond unintended
Simply breeds resentment.
And lady, you are no exception.

Creating life is a grand gateau
Which God bestowed
Upon us with the best intentions.
It’s a power not to be trifled with
Survival’s very pith,
Not to be used for you own invention.

Because all those lonely nights
And loud fights, now imminent
Could have been averted.
Instead now you’re stuck
In a loveless rut
And surely lady, you deserve it.