Another Lament

I feel I am
The best of friends
But the worst of husbands.

Maybe I shouldn't have
Married again or married
In the first place?

Marriage may have ruined me,
I don't know.
What DO I truly know?

A woman can break a man
Or worse, ruin him
For the next woman.

Likewise, a woman will make a man
Only for her labors to
Benefit the next woman.

But I am married, again.
I am a husband twice now
And a father three times over.

Living, loving, praying;
Trying to balance it all out
One day at a time.