Tis the tale, I have heard.
Of things women endure,
How men disrespect,
How men lie and cheat,
For all they do, yea,
And all they endure,
Is not too much to ask,
That an ounce of respect,
And debt of gratitude be paid.
As mothers and wives,
sisters and cousins,
as friends and our encouragers.
Who keep house and home,
Deliver and raise our children,
Listen to our problems,
And shower us in affection.
Cook and Clean, the list goes on.
Dishes, Laundry, and other things,
That I may not have mentioned.
How do men, treat women like that?
Slap them around,
Run to another womans arms?
For all it's worth, This I say,
Men love your women,
Honour and Cherish them,
Because, life with out them,
Isn't worth living.
Women in simplest form are easy to please,
With Flowers and candy,
A card of thanks,
A hug and Kiss,
All she asks is the simplest things,
To be appreciate for all she does,
To be loved for who she is,
To have a gesture of gratitude, and
show you care.
Of things women endure,
How men disrespect,
How men lie and cheat,
For all they do, yea,
And all they endure,
Is not too much to ask,
That an ounce of respect,
And debt of gratitude be paid.
As mothers and wives,
sisters and cousins,
as friends and our encouragers.
Who keep house and home,
Deliver and raise our children,
Listen to our problems,
And shower us in affection.
Cook and Clean, the list goes on.
Dishes, Laundry, and other things,
That I may not have mentioned.
How do men, treat women like that?
Slap them around,
Run to another womans arms?
For all it's worth, This I say,
Men love your women,
Honour and Cherish them,
Because, life with out them,
Isn't worth living.
Women in simplest form are easy to please,
With Flowers and candy,
A card of thanks,
A hug and Kiss,
All she asks is the simplest things,
To be appreciate for all she does,
To be loved for who she is,
To have a gesture of gratitude, and
show you care.
