Love is better than hate,
Except with that rat-bastard, my soon-to-be ex-son-in-law,
For whom hate might just be too good.
A lazy cloud, a summer day,
A sailboat coasting cross the way,
A world that’s full of joy and sun,
And I wish their divorce was final and she could just get the hell away from him.
The earth will turn, the days will pass away,
And winter will occur as long it’s done;
The darkest night becomes, at some point, day –
The course is as it was, and must be run.
Her heart lies broken as so many are,
And here I sit and type as though that would
Do anything for her or anyone
That’s anything like any bit of good.
And yes, these words are useless – that is true –
But I can hope for hope;