A spliced rope frayed and worn
A small family bereft and shorn
When the pull was too great
The words of promise scorned by fate
A no fault incident of love or lust
A crowded room crying unjust. unjust.
Who are we to judge or scorn
Just have pity for those unborn
“You should have tied a knot in it “she cried
As regrettably the love she felt for him died
He was not sure he wanted it to end
His behaviour though he could not defend
“They say time heals” he weakly murmured
She threw a plate and threatened murder
Time to go he thought very quickly
For the noise and stress made him feel quite s
sickly
The children appeared at the door
Tears in their eyes at what they saw
“Dad , Mum what’s going on?”
“Oh nothing loves. I just want your father gone”
But mum we love you both, they cry in unison
They spoke from the heart but it mattered not a jot
To their mum “love” was just a scammer’s
bot,
The unfaithful man looked at the floor
As his young daughter led him to the door
“Dad. for now I think it’s best you go”
We’ll talk to mum and let you know
A picture of a rope came into his mind
As slowly his heart strings began to unwind
He wondered what life would be
Without his home and family
Would it be possible the rope to splice
To start anew with a new wife.
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