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About A Bloke I Once MetThe Lady Was His Wife .. ( Met him in a hotel when traveling ) I liked what I saw in him when we first met How I then thought he was in life~ But then I found out how come his perfection That was the day I met his wife~ She was the motor behind the machine The force behind the will~ The heart and mind and the very soul That continued on until~ In silence she quietly performed As if nobody would ever know~ That the mainstay behind this man Was the one that loved him so~ Not ever receiving credit Not for a single deed~ And whenever he needed an answer He d rush off to her with speed~ She was the lubrication that oiled his way The balm that soothed his strife~ The very backbone of this man The lady .. Was his wife~ Terrence Michael Sutton . copyright 1984 . Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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