The Lover's Lament. A poem by Marilyn A. Hudson

The Lovers Lament

A Poem by Marilyn A. Hudson, 2015

He said I’d wear fine satin and lace

When he wooed me under the moon.

Spend my days in contentment and grace;

Then my dreams turned to ashes and ruin.

Be careful of words falling like wine;

Heed well, those caresses like gold.

Weigh carefully your answer to ‘will you be mine?’;

These things I wish I’d been told.

He said I’d wear fine satin and lace

When  he wooed me like a knave.

Memory is all I  have left of his face

For I buried him deep in that grave.

So gents tend well just how you dally;

As you chase your Meg, Peg and Sally.

The wages of falsehood are gave –

It may be your own life you save.