Representation

You should be ashamed of yourself for being such a poor representation of a man.
You have a family that depends on you, as only they can.
Having a feeble wife and a sickly child,
The bags under her eyes take away her smile.

She has a job, and is raising your boys,
While you sit in the lab playing with big boy toys.
And she has to continuously hear the accolades of your mother
Who’s breast you still suckle even though you are older.

Too old for the meaningless life you lead
Seeking higher knowledge while your family bleeds.
From a place that is deep and is full of regret
Because of the choices that were made at your behest.

You should be ashamed because you are not holding up your end
Of the bargain that was struck after she was your friend.
And became your wife and bore your three sons
On the promise that one day she’d be the one
Who didn’t have to work so hard for the future
That she would be the one relaxing for sure.
That she could devote herself soley
To the tasks she signed on for, to love you only.

You should be ashamed of yourself for being such a poor representation of a man.
For striking out at yet another woman.
One who you underestimated and tried to upstage
And found yourself levelled by her intellectually charged rage .
The one you tried to patronize
In the presence of others
Who you, when convenient, consider your brothers.
But she called you the coward you are by name
And took none of the blame
For your poor representation As a father, a man, and in this situation
The defender of your pitiful wife,
Eyes swollen, shaken, and filled with strife
Because she signed on the dotted line
Of a contract that you have obviously left behind
Because you are too busy trying to be
The doctor that your mother needs so desperately to see.

But when it all is said and done
And I have truly achieved,
You will still be sitting in the lab .......
And your wife will still be wishing for things she never had.
Cause you really only represent you
The truest you, tried and true.
And you will never be anything more
Than an illusion of a man
Who has the chore
Of attending to a woman
who has faith in you no more.