Taken For Granted Poem by Saul Palti

She comes and goes
when elegance flows
the breath by the door
will linger no more

gifted and sublime
this poem must rhyme
to tell her tail
as she sets sail

only to return for heavens sake
as my soul begins to bake
so lonely with out company
our partnership is any

brush of the cheek seeking my flesh
passing our present upon his bush
still subdued without a cause
you will always be my muse

missing a wife under a cover
to make you a life without a mother
have one or two or even three
but please do not spare us from your misery