Eyes of the Beholder


Another woman's treasured home
This woman's heartbreak alone
The morning's beauty shattered
To the husband nothing mattered
His way out play a game
Wonders why she drifts insane
Now screen torn off the door
How can she ask, implore?
Can't you fix it, honey?"
Fix that which cost money
Years married down the drain
Life's pressure, too much strain
Funds he found to build a shed
Him happy, her full of dread
Beautiful outside; the porch a wreck
Mention it was to "hen peck"
No one understands her stress
Her brain's storm worsens in duress
Another woman's treasured home
This woman's heartbreak alone

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