As I walked down the lane,
I saw a person die in flames.
As he wailed in pain,
I watched in vain.
Why was I not helping?
My thoughts began yelping.
How was I coping?
My heart was ripping.
Then flames were developing,
And I was left eloping.
The person in flames was my husband
He was one of the dozen.
The one I was loving
And now he was nothing
As I walked down the lane,
I saw a person die in flames.
To find another main,
That was the aim.