The Other Woman Poem, by Alan R, at My poetic side

I am tired of doing them favors

Steering clear

Of what we both hold dear

Yeah the man is lucky some might say

I sway, they say, I shouldn't stay

And I settle for what's left

A higher road and a stormy mess

My values, yeah and my soul

The world benefits

From the regards I hold

But whatever I wanted has been

Passed on to the other woman

And I did that, with my own hands

Running this moral errand

They come in, less aware

And stay in, with little to care

Three times, three times in a row

This has been, a fucking catastrophic show.

-Al

The Other Woman