jroday31 Oct 2004

Dovina you know this poem can work both ways. instead of his it could be her, and what i mean by that is my first wife reminds me of this poem. I tried so hard to make our marriage work, but I just kept on catching her in lies. she would say I'm going one place and end up in another.We had three children, she did'nt give a damn. all she wanted to do was hit the streets with her boyfriend. I still loved her no matter what she did, because i had hope that she would stop, and we could raise our family, but it did'nt happen. i divorce her.I was young and dumb but as time
went on I became him in this poem because i said to myself i wont
be hurt by no one no more, but my illness change all of that, and
i remember what my grandfather use to tell me. all men have faults. small men are blind to thier own, and therefore remain small.