A Quarrelsome Old Woman
Once upon a time
You loved him very much,
You dreamt of him each night
And trembled at his touch,
Now you nag and scold,
Your grumblings never cease,
The man you loved is old
And you will not give him peace.
Is this the fruit of love?
The gentle gift of age?
I pray to God above
To shield him from your rage! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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