The woman works all day,
Then comes home to cook and clean,
She never rests or treats herself,
She always puts her family first,
And gets nothing in return.
As the children sleep, she stands,
On her front porch, waiting for
The man she loves, she wonders
Where he is, no note or message,
Too say he would be late home.
Another hour passes by, and still
The woman waits.
Little does she know, he won't be
Home tonight, her faithful partner,
Tonight after thirty long years,
He sleeps in the arms of another.

The End

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