I am not a good husband
I am forced to say
because though I have loved
though I have sacrificed
and bent like a willow
and was sturdy as an oak
and learned to cook
and clean and sew
and raise children
and have been a nursemaid to the ill
and have been a jester
and a minstral
and have died
and was brought back to life
thought I've laughed and cried
built a strong house
mended the fences
painted the porches
and have installed the railings
baked cakes and pies
and made holidays bright
and through all this
I have never once felt loved
but still I can't face the sadness
of ending this
I'm afraid the thread that binds me together will break
but the truth is
I was broken long ago
and only remained strong for others
who did not realize or notice
now it is me who needs someone
I am not a good husband
JAMES T. ADAIR
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-a-good-husband/
