Changing Woman's Blog

At nineteen
She was a sweet scene
He adored her
She was far from mean

At twenty three
She was no longer free
He married her
Underneath the blubbery tree

At thirty four
Feet were sore
Running after Five kids
That She bore

At forty five
She was still working as his wife
He told her
That she was the very pain of his life

At fifty six
Age of balm and Vicks
He told her
She badly needs a fix

At sixty seven
Listening to Beethoven’s
He told her
She’ll never enter the heaven

At seventy eight
About her weight
He wanted to say
But got very late

As he opened the gate
Marrying you was a mistake
He wanted to say
But now she’ll never wake

The old wife finally passed away
Without letting the old man say
Are you really going to die?
This is not quite right way

Now he is married again, after awhile
The young wife, a beauty from Nile
“This is not quite like my old wife”
Hears that often, the old one smile!