FIFTY - FIFTY - A POEM
A body of experts on Women’s Studies
Gathered to discuss the “State of the World”.
All were Ph. Ds of great Schools of wisdom;
All were women, I need hardly state.
They concluded after much deliberation
That men were the cause of the world’s ills;
Aggressive feminism was the panacea ,
Everything should be shared fifty - fifty
Work, wealth, leisure, responsibilities and all else;
Men should be educated on these tenets..
Resolved, manifestos were printed,
Distributed through the Press, Media and E mail
And the whole world knew what ailed it
And what could cure it.
Two decades later the body re-gathered
To review the results.
Of the original ninety , only four appeared,
With furrows of time on their faces
And consumptive stoops to their gaits to tell the tale.
A few had died heartbroken ,
And some when theirs stopped;
Some were put away, institutionalized,
A few abjured feminism and faded out;
Some scared their would be suitors
Who sought and found good matches elsewhere.
The gang of four spoke no words
For words never expressed any great thoughts anyways.
One through the hazy glasses espied
A family beyond the window
And thought how nice it might have been
To be like that mother;
The second looked at the little daughter
And thought about the granddaughter she didn’t have,
For she didn’t beget a daughter when she could.
The third saw in the little boy
Her brother of her misty childhood
Who kidded her and made her laugh.
The fourth looked at the strong young father
And thought of her beau in whose arms she might have nestled
Had she not scared him off with her fifty-fifty propositions.
The aged janitor taking in all this
Was grateful that his wife of twenty five years
Of wedded bliss had not heard of Feminism
And instead only relied on him, and he on her
In love and absolute trust
With no fifty-fifty propositions.
