This records the unfortunate fate of an ex-acquaintance who never got over his wife's desertion.
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“Women grow old and lose their looks,
And who can love them then?”
Just four months wed, he said,
“When looks have shred like torn-up books
You simply vow to love again
And kiss her age-sagged head.”
But twelve months passed, his wife
Refused him for another man
And snatched her love from him;
His flesh like ice, his life
Collapsed; years gone and dry as bran,
Still smit, he knows not if her beauty’s trim
Has rot beneath time’s knife.
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© July 2017
