CRUEL WIDOW

o widow!  what is it you mourn?
is it the man?  or labor borne?
the loss of love?  or yea the past?
perhaps that beauty cannot last?

wherefore do you shake and moan?
your loss of youth or child grown?
for all the things you'll never own
that echo through your hollow home?

in life admit you shunned the man
who offered love and took your hand
and yielded to each cruel demand
yet only now you understand