Mourn

My wife she cheated so we divorced Sadly infidelity she had endorsed Her leaving our house I highly enforced My pain and suffering was the final course I had tried my best to turn the other cheek But when I did, I became one of the meek I was used and hurt while peace I did seek In the end I became cold, bitter and bleak A woman will screams that she is in pain And no man like me can accept it or even explain As I am a man and I should never complain So the sympathy and care I need, it is all in vain I have my misfortunes and also my grief Suffering is so very long and life is so brief Comfort and happiness for others have been my belief I welcome all as a friend, but they leave as a thief I had worked and worked my fingers to the bone So I could take care of my family and give them a home Now I feel so neglected and I feel so alone GOD knows of my sadness and only he hears my moan In my heart now there lies only a poison thorn From that pain alone I have felt the sorrow and the scorn I then wondered to myself why I was ever born Unfortunately man, he indeed was made to suffer and mourn