How many wives have you taken to bed? <br />At last count it was seven you wed. <br />And was there not one to make you content? <br />You picked up and left. There you went <br />in search of another to take their place <br />and why the hurry? Why the quick pace? <br /> <br />Perhaps you'd be better to be alone, <br />never to share all that you own. <br />For none made you happy. None brought you joy. <br />Or was it the opposite? Were they just a toy <br />to be discarded when they became a bore? <br />I think seven's enough. You don't need more. <br /> <br />You never needed to have a wife. <br />Born to be a bachelor all of your life. <br />And yet you look for another I see. <br />Are you looking for someone to be like me? <br />There's none like your mother. That you must know. <br />I made a mistake by spoiling you so.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-s-mistake-2/
