Oh worthless creature;
Heart of stone.
I hope you live
To die alone.
With none to wipe
Away your drool,
With fevered brow
And running stool.
I hope our kids
abandon you,
Return the favour
you are due,
To reap the harvest
you have sown
And meet your end,
In shame, forlorn.
(The battery dead
On your mobile phone)
Except.... if you should
Look at me
As you looked once before
My foolish heart might love thee
Again for ever more.