The Rib

I am so very sorry that I made you cry Why I did it, I still don't know why, A man always counts out his worries and fears And God counts out a woman's tears. As we all know woman came from a man's rib Even before she was placed in a crib, She didn't come from a man's feet So, she wouldn't be walked upon like the street. She didn't come from man's head to be his superior And treat man as though he is an inferior, But, then God almighty did decide To be his equal, she would come from man's side. The rib from man that was collected Was from under the arm to be protected, Next to his heart were love is always stored It was then placed in woman, to be loved and adored. Randy L. McClave