A happy woman I can’t be,
With an unknown man with me.
I fear a man in tradition,
Who can put me to perdition,
Of manners, music none,
Of tortures, venom anew,
A mother-in-law for mental torture,
A father-in-law for hateful strictures,
An old fabricated hell a husband is,
Where tune is deaf,
Where senses are numb,
A husband seasoned in perversity,
A pernicious human,
Full of old adages.
( I had written this poem as a spinster. I am fortunate to have had a friendly and protective husband. Many women love their husbands to be friends rather than autocrats.)
