I wrote this poem as to say why do some of us really marry.
Why should a man take a vow
Just to take a woman and marry her now
Why should he wed, when he easily could of fled
Should he buy the milk if he already has the cow.
Why should a man ever promise his life
With the stipulation that a woman becomes his wife
As the two will become one, from sunset to dawn
Why would any man accept that strife.
Why must a man wed just to be merry
As he takes the woman’s worries along to carry
By taking that mate, which she swore is his fate
Then someday one of their lives they’ll have to bury.
Why should a man ultimately give up his way
How he lives his life or how he spends his pay
By changing his living, and accepting new grieving
For that man I feel sorrow, and for him I will pray.
Randy L. McClave
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